Certain books seem to be written, not that we might learn from them, but in order that we might see how much the author knows.

When a wife has a good husband, it is easily seen on her face.

America, you have it better than our continent, the old one.

Alas, that we should be so unwilling to listen to the still and holy yearnings of the heart! A god whispers quite softly in our breast, softly yet audibly; telling us what we ought to seek and what to shun.

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

Happy is it, indeed, for me that my heart is capable of feeling the same simple and innocent pleasure as the peasant whose table is covered with food of his own rearing, and who not only enjoys his meal, but remembers with delight the happy days and sunny mornings when he planted it, the soft evenings when he watered it, and the pleasure he experienced in watching its daily growth.

Every spoken word arouses our self-will.