I've neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.

Liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.

I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy.

…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.

I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

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

Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.