Flowers Are The Beautiful Hieroglyphics Of Nature

Nature Knows No Pause In Progress And Development, And Attaches Her Curse On All Inaction.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

It Is In Self-limitation That A Master First Shows Himself.

Woe To Him Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance, And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

We Love A Girl For Very Different Qualities Than Understanding. We Love Her For Her Beauty, Her Youth, Her Mirth, Her Confidingness, Her Character, With Its Faults, Caprices And God Knows What Other Inexpressible Charms; But We Do Not Love Her Understanding.