The Man Who In This

Books Are A Finer World Within The World. (1863)

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

To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

Looking Forward Into An Empty Year Strikes One With A Certain Awe, Because One Finds Therein No Recognition. The Years Behind Have A Friendly Aspect, And They Are Warmed By The Fires We Have Kindled, And All Their Echoes Are The Echoes Of Our Own Voices.