Defeat Is A School In Which Truth

Gratitude Is The Fairest Blossom Which Springs From The Soul.

Men Are Like Trees: Each One Must Put Forth The Leaf That Is Created In Him.

There Are Many Persons Who Look On Sunday As A Sponge To Wipe Out The Sins Of The Week

No Town Can Fail Of Beauty, Though Its Walks Were Gutters And Its Houses Hovels, If Venerable Trees Make Magnificent Colonnades Along Its Streets.

The Blossom Cannot Tell What Becomes Of Its Odor, And No Person Can Tell What Becomes Of His Or Her Influence And Example.