Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.

Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

Trees are your best antiques

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

A poem round and perfect as a star.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.