In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

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

Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo--from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.

The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.

A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.