Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

All things in the natural world symbolize God, yet none of them speak of Him but in broken and imperfect words.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.

What I spent, I had; What I kept, I lost; What I gave, I have.

The prouder a man is, the more he thinks he deserves, and the more he thinks he deserves, the less he really does deserve.

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.

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind." I found the following quote by Goethe that can serve as a commentary on these words. "We are shaped and fashioned by what we love." "The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.