There Is No Ghost So Difficult To

A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which All Things Serve.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

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

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.