Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
All poets have signalized their consciousness of rare moments when they were superior to themselves, -when a light, a freedom, a power came to them which lifted them to performances far better than they could reach at other times.
Earth laughs in flowers.
The unbelief of the age is attested by the loud condemnation of trifles.
Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet
To give money to a sufferer is only a come-off. It is only a postponement of the real payment, a bribe paid for silence, a creditsystem in which a paper promise to pay answers for the time instead of liquidation. We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man.