Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may swell.

No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.

Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others are plain, honest and upright, like the broad faced sunflower and the hollyhock.

He that would look with contempt on the pursuits of the farmer, is not worthy the name of a man.

Love is the river of life in this world.