Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.

Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.