“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.”

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God’s own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.

Great calm, generous detachment, selfless love, disinterested effort: these are what make for success in life. If you can find peace in yourself and can spread comfort around you, you will be happier than an empress.

The biggest changes in a women’s nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.

I often think flowers are the angels’ alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

The lonely willow slowly withering away, until you walked into its unfortunate meadow flowers miraculously emerge heavenly features surge.

My mother, was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go quail shooting in the woods or trim my dresses with wreaths of wildflowers.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.