Our first and last love is self-love.

Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

Rejecting the miracles of Christ, we still have the miracle of Christ Himself.

To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes.

Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

The highest excellence is seldom attained in more than one vocation. The roads leading to distinction in separate pursuits diverge, and the nearer we approach the one, the farther we recede from the other.