To marry without love betrays as surely as to love without marriage.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.

Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.