She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked...

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky — her grand old woods — her fertile fields — her beautiful rivers — her mighty lakes, and star-crowned mountains. But my...

When people complain of your complexity, they fail to remember that they made fun of your simplicity.

I won’t fight you, it looks puerile to me, but i can ignore and forget you till you wonder if you still exist.

Those who make hostility a daily manner are often left in the lurch at difficult times.

The mind, stretched to new dimensions by images, thoughts and ideas, can never return to its former shape.