In My Garden, Care Stops

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

There Is A Slow-growing Beauty Which Only Comes To Perfection In Old Age.... I Have Seen Sweeter Smiles On A Lip Of Seventy Than I Ever Saw On A Lip Of Seventeen. There Is The Beauty Of Youth, And There Is Also The Beauty Of Holiness—a Beauty Much More Seldom Met; And More Frequently Found In The Arm-chair By The Fire, With Grandchildren Around Its Knee, Than In The Ball-room Or The Promenade.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.