My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

Our emotional response is driven by the proximity of events.

Live like a Flower, close our eyes in the night for to sleep and in the morning we show our best.

Be "Yourself" enough to have an opinion, Be "Wise" enough to recognise a difference of opinion, Be "Mature" enough to find a way for co-existence.

It would be futile to attempt to fit women into a masculine pattern of attitudes, skills and abilities . . .

The deeper the nostalgia and the more complete the fear, the purer, the richer the word and the secret.

One revelation has been made to the Indian, another to the white man.

And Burke, could he see our century, never would concede that a consumption-society, so near to suicide, is the end for which Providence has prepared man.

I consider failures to be the compost that feeds the better and best that is on its way.