“Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.”

Jo had learned that hearts, like flowers, cannot be rudely handled, but must open naturally.

It’s lovely to see people so happy.

The duty we owe ourselves is greater than that we owe others.

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

Many argue; not many converse.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.

Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.

I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.

Well, if I can’t be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.

I mastered the art of not caring and wow it made me more daring.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

The art of being a slave is to rule one’s master.

You thought you could take advantage of my heart. But I’ve mastered revenge and made it an art.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

Let art be your personal savior. Dragging you down a happy abyss. Let it channel all your emotions. Potential never going amiss.

Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.