Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.

Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of perfume, divides them, they have charming names, the softest in the language; and each of them, like tiny, art-less ex-votos, or like medals bestowed by the gratitude of men, proudly bears three or four.

An act of goodness is of itself an act of happiness. No reward coming after the event can compare with the sweet reward that went with it.

Each man has to seek out his own special aptitude for a higher life in the midst of the humble and inevitable reality of daily existence. Than this, there can be no nobler aim in life.

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?.

To be good we must needs have suffered; but perhaps it is necessary to have caused suffering before we can become better.

The true sage is not he who sees, but he who, seeing the furthest, has the deepest love for mankind.