Titles are too "thin" for the nineteenth century.

Of all formal things in the world, a clipped hedge is the most formal; and of all the informal things in the world, a forest tree is the most informal.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

A love of flowers would beget early rising, industry, habits of close observation, and of reading. It would incline the mind to notice natural phenomena, and to reason upon them. It would occupy the mind with pure thoughts, and inspire a sweet and gentle enthusiasm; maintain simplicity of taste; and ... unfold in the heart an enlarged, unstraightened, ardent piety.

There is an army of waiters in this world.

It's not work that kills [people], it is worry.

The beginning is the promise of the end.