Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

Kindred weaknesses induce friendships as often as kindred virtues.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

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

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.

The greatest events of an age are its best thoughts. Thought finds its way into action.

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.