The botanist should make interest with the bees if he would know when the flowers open and when they close.

A man of fine perceptions is more truly feminine than a merely sentimental woman.

The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.

Let go of the past and go for the future.

I see in many places little barberry bushes just come up densely in the cow-dung, like young apple trees, the berries having been eaten by the cows. Here they find manure and an open space for the first year at least, when they are not choked by grass or weeds. In this way, evidently, many of these clumps of barberries are commenced.

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry.

The world rests on principles.