He who only does not appreciate floral beauty is to be pitied like any other man who is born imperfect. It is a misfortune not unlike blindness.

No man is good for anything who has not some particle of obstinacy to use upon occasion.

If a man can have only one kind of sense, let him have common sense. If he has that and uncommon sense too, he is not far from genius.

A cobweb is as good as the mightiest cable when there is strain upon it.

God's grace is the oil that fills the lamp of love.

Every green thing loves to die in bright colors. The vegetable cohorts march glowing out of the year in flaming dresses, as if to leave this earth were a triumph and not a sadness. It is never nature that is sad, but only we, that dare not look back on the past, and that have not its prophecy of the future in our bosoms.

No one thing does human life more need than a kind consideration of the faults of others. Every one sins; everyone needs forbearance. Our own imperfections should teach us to be merciful.