The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.

for the first time I tasted this tropical fruit, which people here are so fond of. ... I could have fancied I was biting into soap. I have a notion that we shall not become very good friends, the banana and I.

The human heart is like heaven; the more angels the more room.

These Americans believe that everything is possible.

Gentle feelings produce profoundly beneficial effects upon stern natures. It is the spring rain which melts the ice-covering of the earth, and causes it to open to the beams of heaven.

At a certain depth all bosoms communicate, all hearts are one.

The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.