In My Garden I Spend My Days;

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

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

The Globe Has Been Circumnavigated, But No Man Ever Yet Has; You May Survey A Kingdom And Note The Result In Maps, But All The Savants In The World Could Not Produce A Reliable Map Of The Poorest Human Personality.

The Sea Complains Upon A Thousand Shores.

Good-humor And, Generosity Carry Day With The Popular Heart All The World Over.