Those who love are but one step from heaven.

Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

To make the common marvelous is the test of genius.

The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.