Strange Customs Do Not Thrive In Foreign

Joy, In Nature's Wide Dominion, Mightiest Cause Of All Is Found; And 'tis Joy That Moves The Pinion When The Wheel Of Time Goes Round.

False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

If The Art Of Gardening Is At Last To Turn Back From Her Extravagances And Rest With Her Other Sisters, It Is, Above Everything, Necessary To Have Clearly Before You What You Require . . . It Is Certainly Tasteless And Inconsistent To Desire To Encompass The World With A Garden-wall, But Very Practicable And Reasonable To Make A Garden . . . Into A Characteristic Whole To The Eye, Heart, And Nderstanding Alike.

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

Be Noble Minded! Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinions Of Us, Forms Our True Honor.