It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly. It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.

People always overdo the matter when they attempt deception.

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

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

A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.