Politics makes strange bedfellows.

There are those who say that trees shade the garden too much, and interfere with the growth of the vegetables. There may be something in this:but when I go down the potato rows, the rays of the sun glancing upon my shining blade, the sweat pouring down my face, I should be grateful for shade.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

Women are not as sentimental as men, and are not so easily touched with the unspoken poetry of nature, being less poetical, and having less imagination; they are more fitted for practical affairs, and would make fewer failures in business.

Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.

The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value