“The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.”

Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.

There is no liberty to men who know not how to govern themselves.

A man in the right, with God on his side, is in the majority, though he be alone, for God is multitudinous above all populations of the earth.

The human soul is God’s treasury, out of which he coins unspeakable riches.

Sorrow makes men sincere.

There is no man that lives who does not need to be drilled, disciplined, and developed into something higher and nobler and better than he is by nature. Life is one prolonged birth.

Home should be the center of joy, equatorial and tropical.

“I can forgive, but I cannot forget,” is only another way of saying, “I will not forgive.”

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

Debt rolls a man over and over, binding him hand and foot, and letting him hang upon the fatal mesh until the long-legged interest devours him.

Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.

In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.

The best lessons a man ever learns are from his mistakes. It is not for want of schoolmasters that we are still ignorant.

Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anybody expects of you. Never excuse yourself.

To array a man’s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

No coffee can be good in the mouth that does not first send a sweet offering of odor to the nostrils.

Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!

You have it in your power to make your days on Earth a path of flowers, instead of a path of thorns.

When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.

I think people need to be educated to the fact that marijuana is not a drug. Marijuana is an herb and a flower. God put it here. If He put it here and He wants it to grow, what gives the government the right to say that God is wrong?

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

Shed no tear – O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more – O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.