Dirt Has Been Shrewdly Termed

Sometimes He Used A Spade In His Garden, And Sometimes He Read And Wrote. He Had But One Name For These Two Kinds Of Labor; He Called Them Gardening. ‘the Spirit Is A Garden,’ Said He

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

He Is The Best Gentleman That Is The Son Of His Own Deserts, And Not The Degenerated Heir Of Another's Virtue.

A Stout Heart May Be Ruined In Fortune But Not In Spirit.