Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love.

Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.