That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.
Letitia Elizabeth LandonI cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.
Letitia Elizabeth Landon