Hope is the best part of our riches.
A mother is the best friend God ever gave.
Our first and last love is self-love.
To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.
The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.