How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.