Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.
The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
Blessed are the joymakers.
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.