A Child, More Than All Other Gifts

The Words Of Genius Have A Wider Meaning Than The Thought That Prompted Them.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.

Nature Repairs Her Ravages,--repairs Them With Her Sunshine And With Human Labor.

The Mother's Love Is At First An Absorbing Delight, Blunting All Other Sensibilities; It Is An Expansion Of The Animal Existence; It Enlarges The Imagined Range For Self To Move In: But In After Years It Can Only Continue To Be Joy On The Same Terms As Other Long-lived Love--that Is, By Much Suppression Of Self, And Power Of Living In The Experience Of Another.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.