To Have To Die Is A Distinction

One Never Hugs One's Good Luck So Affectionately As When Listening To The Relation Of Some Horrible Misfortunes Which Has Overtaken Others.

A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory. In Nothing Else Is He Rich, In Nothing Else Is He Poor.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

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.