There is no climate, no place, and scarcely an hour, in which nature does not exhibit color which no mortal effort can imitate or approach. For all our artificial pigments are, even when seen under the same circumstances, dead and lightless beside her living color; nature exhibits her hues under an intensity of sunlight which trebles their brilliancy.

He who has truth at his heart need never fear the want of persuasion on his tongue.

Kind hearts are the garden, kind thoughts are the roots, kind words are the blossoms, kind deeds are the fruit.

All that we call ideal in Greek or any other art, because to us it is false and visionary, was, to the makers of it, true and existent.

All are to be men of genius in their degree,--rivulets or rivers, it does not matter, so that the souls be clear and pure; not dead walls encompassing dead heaps of things, known and numbered, but running waters in the sweet wilderness of things unnumbered and unknown, conscious only of the living banks, on which they partly refresh and partly reflect the flowers, and so pass on.

And remember, child, that nothing is ever done beautifully, which is done in rivalship; or nobly, which is done in pride.

Imaginary evils soon become real one by indulging our reflections on them.