That admiration of the 'neat but not gaudy,' which is commonly reported to have influenced the devil when he painted his tail pea green.

Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.

Quality is never an accident. It is always the result of intelligent effort.

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

There is hardly anything in the world that some man cannot make a little worse and sell a little cheaper, and the people who consider price only are this man's lawful prey.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

What we think or what we know or what we believe is in the end of little consequence. The only thing of consequence is what we do

There is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.

Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

Celebrate differences, give love, and more love. Anything short is a rigidity that cuts both ways and spawns odium and ire

It's better seeking the basic in learning something.

Just like you fell on me, I fell for you, and the sensation of the fall happened so fast but in a beautiful way.

Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

We know that someone who has channeled his anger into something constructive has not had a cow. How do we know these things?

You may honestly feel grateful that homeopathy survived the attempts of the allopaths (orthodoxy) to destroy it.

We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.

Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that's beautiful.