I've always thought my flowers had souls.

In every life there is a perfect moment, like a flash of sun. We can shape our days by that, if we will - before by faith, and afterward by memory.

Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.

It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people's affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail.

The body grows by food and work, the mind by use, and the soul through joy and pain.

Love and hate always remember; it is only indifference that forgets.

I have a friend, physically magnificent, who combines within himself the intellect of a philosopher, the diplomacy of a statesman, the executive ability of the general of an army, the courtesy of a Chesterfield - and the emotions of a rabbit.