Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.
Each dog barks in his own yard!
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!