Flowers Rejoice When Night Is

Time Is: Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear.

It Is Better To Burn The Candle At Both Ends, And In The Middle, Too, Than To Put It Away In The Closet And Let The Mice Eat It.

Look Around For A Place To Sow A Few Seeds.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.

The Woods Would Be Quiet If No Bird Sang But The One That Sang Best.