It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.
The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.
Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
There is nothing that disgusts a man like getting beaten at chess by a woman.