“A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.” — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature; for life is never so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?