There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

One point is certain, that truth is one and immutable; until the jurors all agree, they cannot all be right.

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

Too young for woe, though not for tears.

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature to have his strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. He who plants a tree looks forward to future ages, and plants for posterity. Nothing could be less selfish than this.