Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

The soul never grows old.

Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday!

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.