How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.

Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.