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

Our hearts where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith, and our hope, and our honor, We pledge to our native soil. God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all.

I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

If you want something and don't get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn't want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.

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

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.