The thinking person has the strange characteristic to like to create a fantasy in the place of the unsolved problem, a fantasy that stays with the person even when the problem has been solved and truth made its appearance.

Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of nature with which she indicates how much she loves us.

I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strenght, happiness & misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own

I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.

I have observed that as long as one lives and bestirs himself, he can always find food and raiment, though it may not be of the choicest description.

Art is in itself noble; that is why the artist has no fear of what is common. This, indeed, is already ennobled when he takes it up.

It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe