There Is Nothing Good In

The Sun Was Down, And All The West Was Paved With Sullen Fire. I Cried, Behold! The Barren Beach Of Hell At Ebb Of Tide.

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

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

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.

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.