Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.

With The Intellect I Always Have Always Shall Overcome, But That Is Not The Half Of The Work. The Life, The Life Oh My God! Shall The Life Never Be Sweet!

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

How Many Persons Must There Be Who Cannot Worship Alone Since They Are Content With So Little.

Two Persons Love In One Another The Future Good Which They Aid One Another To Unfold.

The Public Must Learn How To Cherish The Nobler And Rarer Plants, And To Plant The Aloe, Able To Wait A Hundred Years For It's Bloom, Or It's Garden Will Contain, Presently, Nothing But Potatoes And Pot-herbs.