'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.

We had a kettle; we let it leak: Our not repairing made it worse. We haven't had any tea for a week... The bottom is out of the Universe.

Both triumph and disaster are impostors.