Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

Resolve and thou art free.

Art is the child of Nature.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.