The fact is, that of all God's gifts to the sight of man, color, is the holiest, the most divine, the most solemn. We speak rashly of gay color and sad color, for color cannot at once be good and gay. All good color is in some degree pensive, the loveliest is melancholy, and the purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.

What a privilege it is to be an American!

The spirit of a person's life is ever shedding some power, just as a flower is steadily bestowing fragrance upon the air.

Nature never writes a blind hand.

Though I weigh only 120 pounds, when I'm mad, I weigh a ton.

Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.

It is strange. I see all the privileges and greatness of the future. It already looks grand, beautiful. Tell them I went lovingly, trustfully, peacefully.