The Thoughts You Think Will Irradiate You

Brave Old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly Flowers, Stocks! For Even As The Field-flowers, From Which A Trifle, A Ray Of Beauty, A Drop Of Perfume, Divides Them, They Have Charming Names, The Softest In The Language; And Each Of Them, Like Tiny, Art-less Ex-votos, Or Like Medals Bestowed By The Gratitude Of Men, Proudly Bears Three Or Four.

I Have Done What I Could Do In Life, And If I Could Not Do Better, I Did Not Deserve It. In Vain I Have Tried To Step Beyond What Bound Me.

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

All Mothers Are Rich When They Love Their Children. There Are No Poor Mothers, No Ugly Ones, No Old Ones. Their Love Is Always The Most Beautiful Of Joys.

To Disdain Today Is To Prove That Yesterday Has Been Misunderstood.