Death is not an end. It is a new impulse.
You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.
Selfishness at the expense of others happiness is demonism.
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.
The pen is the tongue of the hand; a silent utterer of words for the eye.
The philosophy of one century is the common sense of the next.