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

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

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in...

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

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

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

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

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

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

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

Trees are your best antiques

Trees are your best antiques

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not...

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not...

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought...

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought...

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

Trees are your best antiques.

Trees are your best antiques.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep...