The exceeding beauty of the earth, in her splendor of life, yields a new thought with every petal. The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours when we really live,...All else is illusion, or mere endurance.
The Pageant of Summer, Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume, XXXVIII, Number 2, August, 1883 (p. 146)