The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
From William Wordsworth
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
To begin, begin.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
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