Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into

There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred

Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who posses it

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.