even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

That is the stimulus of nature; it is never, never old, and always developing. Even the scarred, wrinkled earth herself is a mere infant among the old ladies and gentlemen that tread foot-paths in the sky.

I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share.

what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

it is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

what's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy.