Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

Judge tenderly of me.

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.