Live well, learn plenty, laugh often, love much.
Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.
Every wall is a door.
A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For, although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single.
The only thing that can grow is the thing you give energy to.
How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!