Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of

If You Do Your Fair Day's Work, You Are Certain To Get Your Fair Day's Wage - In Praise Or Pudding, Whichever Happens To Suit Your Taste.

Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last Only Arrives At It.

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.

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

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