Why do people who like to get up early look with disdain on those who like to lie in bed late? And why do people who like to work feel superior to those who prefer to dream?

The central paradox and challenge of marriage is that we have to make family out of someone we're not related to.

The unmulched garden looks to me like some naked thing which for one reason or another would be better off with a few clothes on.

the bliss that comes from ignorance should seldom be encouraged for it is likely to do one out of a more satisfying bliss.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.

To the Memory of those faithful brown slave-men of the plantations throughout the South, Daddy's contemporaries all, who during the war while their masters were away fighting in a cause opposed to their emancipation, brought their blankets and slept outside their mistresses' doors, thus keeping night-watch over otherwise unprotected women and children -- a faithful guardianship of which the annals of those troublous times record no instance of betrayal.

Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.