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

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

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

Now comes the mystery. (His last words)

It's not the work which kills people, it's the worry. It's not the revolution that destroys machinery it's the friction.