It is curious, pathetic almost, how deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
Alexander Smith
(1830 - 1867)
It is curious, pathetic almost, how deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.
Love THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes, Down to the central fires, Exist alike in Love. Love is a sea Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally Suns and their bright broods swim. This mighty sea of Love, with wondrous tides, Is sternly just to sun and grain; 'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, 'Tis in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use; There is a scent upon the brier, A tremulous splendour in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire. The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breath'd flowers; In music dies poor human speech, And into beauty blow those hearts of ours When Love is born in each. Daisies are white upon the churchyard sod, Sweet tears the clouds lean down and give. The world is very lovely. O my God, I thank Thee that I live!
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
It is no of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.