As if the world and they were hand and glove.

Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.