Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

To begin, begin.

The child is father of the man.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.