Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

Tearless Grief Bleeds Inwardly.

We Give Our Best Affections To The Beautiful, Only Our Second Best To The Useful.

It Is Seldom That We Find Out How Great Are Our Resources Until We Are Thrown Upon Them.

There Are None So Low But They Have Their Triumphs. Small Successes Suffice For Small Souls.

To Cultivate A Garden Is. . . To Go Hand In Hand With Nature In Some Of Her Most Beautiful Processes, To Learn Something Of Her Choicest Secrets, And To Have A More Intelligent Interest Awakened In The Beautiful Order Of Her Works Elsewhere.