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 cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.

He that shrinks from the grave with too great a dread, has an invisible fear behind him pushing him into it.

Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.

Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.