The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not.
Politics make strange bedfellows.
It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.
Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.
The world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.