Old gardeners never die. They just spade away and then throw in the trowel.

A visitor from Mars could easily pick out the civilized nations. They have the best implements of war.

A little tomato who knows her onions can go out with an old potato and come home with a lot of lettuce and a couple of carats.

Some are bent with toil, and some get crooked trying to avoid it.

Old gardeners never die. They just spade away and then throw in the trowel.

The home is where part of the family waits until the others are through with the car.

There is a time when we must firmly choose the course we will follow, or the relentless drift of events will make the decision for us.