To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.

Why is not a rat as good as a rabbit? Why should men eat shrimps and neglect cockroaches?

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

Too much looking backward ... is bad for progress.

If there be any one whose power is in beauty, in purity, in goodness, it is a woman.

Nothing can be more airy and beautiful than the transparent seed-globe-a fairy dome of splendid architecture.

The mere wit is only a human bauble. He is to life what bells are to horses-not expected to draw the load, but only to jingle while the horses draw.