Patience and fortitude conquer all things.

I can find my biography in every fable that I read.

Genius is its own end.

Cunning is strength withheld.

For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

When I go into the garden with a spade and dig a bed I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.

Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.