Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.