Politics make strange bedfellows.

If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.

In onion is strength; and a garden without it lacks flavour. The onion, in its satin wrappings, is among the most beautiful of vegetables; and it is the only one that represents the essence of things. It can almost be said to have a soul.

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

We are half ruined by conformity, but we should be wholly ruined without it.