Nature Goes Her Own Way,

Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is Shining Upon It

Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

One Cannot Develop Taste From What Is Of Average Quality But Only From The Very Best.

Democracy Does Not Race, It Reaches The Finish Slowly But Surely.

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.