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

Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.

I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

Every house needs a grandmother in it.

Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling.

The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious of your lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves.

The emerging woman will be strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied strength and beauty must go together.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.

I don’t worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit.

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.

A holiday isn’t a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don’t sell nowadays.

For a male artist, people instantly assume they write their own music, but for women, they assume it’s all manufactured.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

Half of politics is “image-making”, the other half is the art of making people believe the image.

Without knowledge action is useless and knowledge without action is futile.

Immersing ourselves in art and the immeasurable through being allows us a more truthful experience of the world.

The local is the only universal, upon that all art is built.

Nature is beautiful because it looks like Art; and Art can only be called beautiful if we are conscious of it as Art while yet it looks like Nature.

Art is purposiveness without purpose.