What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature.

Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.

It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.

God is the one great employer, thinker, planner, supervisor.

Morality must always precede and accompany religion, and yet religion is much more than morality.

No cradle for an emperor's child was ever prepared with so much magnificence as this world has been made for man. But it is only his cradle.