If the art of gardening is at last to turn back from her extravagances and rest with her other sisters, it is, above everything, necessary to have clearly before you what you require . . . It is certainly tasteless and inconsistent to desire to encompass the world with a garden-wall, but very practicable and reasonable to make a garden . . . into a characteristic whole to the eye, heart, and nderstanding alike.

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

If you would attain to your highest, go look upon a flower;what the flower does willessly, that do willingly.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

The May of life blooms once and never again.

Measure not by the scale of perfection the meager product of reality.