Christmas Is The Day That Holds All

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

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

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.