My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

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

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

It Is The Sternest Philosophy, But On The Whole The Truest, That, In The Wide Arena Of The World, Failure And Success Are Not Accidents, As We So Frequently Suppose, But The Strictest Justice.

If We Were To Live Here Always, With No Other Care Than How To Feed, Clothe, And House Ourselves, Life Would Be A Very Sorry Business. It Is Immeasurably Heightened By The Solemnity Of Death.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.