To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to learn something of her choicest secrets, and to have a more intelligent interest awakened in the beautiful order of her works elsewhere.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes.

The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving.