In My Garden I Spend My Days;

How Deeply Seated In The Human Heart Is The Liking For Gardens And Gardening.

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

In My Garden I Spend My Days; In My Library I Spend My Nights.

One Never Hugs One's Good Luck So Affectionately As When Listening To The Relation Of Some Horrible Misfortunes Which Has Overtaken Others.

The Only Thing A Man Knows Is Himself.