Even now, nature is the only flame, on which the poetic spirit feeds; from it alone it draws all its power, to it alone it speaks even in the artificial, in the man engaged in culture.

Man is an imitative creature.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.

To save all we must risk all.

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.