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

Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.

The human mind delights in grand conceptions of supernatural beings.

I believe that water will one day be employed as fuel, that hydrogen and oxygen which constitute it, used singly or together, will furnish an inexhaustible source of heat and light, of an intensity of which coal is not capable.

All great actions return to God, from whom they are derived.

Powder is but a thing of yesterday, and war is as old as the human race-unhappily.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

On the surface of the ocean, men wage war and destroy each other; but down here, just a few feet beneath the surface, there is a calm and peace, unmolested by man

The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?

Well, I feel that we should always put a little art into what we do. It’s better that way.

While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert…that as long as a man’s heart beats, as long as a man’s flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair.

I say, you do have a heart!” “Sometimes,” he replied, “when I have the time.

I wanted to see what no one had yet observed, even if I had to pay for this curiosity with my life.

An energetic man will succeed where an indolent one would vegetate and inevitably perish.

Whatever one man is capable of imagining, other men will prove themselves capable of realizing.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

A life without orgasms is like a world without flowers.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.