A man who does not love praise is not a full man.

Love is the river of life in this world.

We only see in a lifetime a dozen faces marked with the peace of a contented spirit.

It is part and parcel of every man's life to develop beauty in himself. All perfect things have in them an element of beauty.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

There are joys which long to be ours. God sends ten thousands truths, which come about us like birds seeking inlet; but we are shut up to them, and so they bring us nothing, but sit and sing awhile upon the roof, and then fly away.

The hunger of the eye is not to be despised; and they are to be pitied who have starvation of the eye.