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A boy has a natural genius for combining business with pleasure.

A cynic might suggest as the motto of modern life this simple legend-"just as good as the real.

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.

A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.

A woman set on anything will walk right through the moral crockery without wincing.

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.

Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.

How many wars have been caused by fits of indigestion, and how many more dynasties have been upset by the love of woman than by the hate of man?

I am convinced that the majority of people would be generous from selfish motives, if they had the opportunity.

I do not know the names of all the weeds and plants, I have to do as Adam did in his garden... name things as I find them.

If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.

If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not.

I know that unremitting attention to business is the price of success, but I don't know what success is.

In onion is strength; and a garden without it lacks flavour. The onion, in its satin wrappings, is among the most beautiful of vegetables; and it is the only one that represents the essence of things. It can almost be said to have a soul.

Isolation breeds conceit.

It is difficult to be emphatic when no one is emphatic on the other side.

It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.

It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly. It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method.

It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly. It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method. The uncultivated, unsophisticated trout in unfrequented waters prefers the bait; and the rural people, whose sole object in going a-fishing appears to be to catch fish, indulge them in their primitive taste for the worm. No sportsman however, will use anything but the fly, except when he happens to be alone.

Lettuce is like conversation; it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it.

Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.

Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Nature is entirely indifferent to any reform. She perpetuates a fault as persistently as a virtue.

Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.

No man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property.

Nothing is worth reading that does not require an alert mind.

Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.

One of the advantages of pure congregational singing is that you can join in the singing whether you have a voice or not. The disadvantage is that your neighbor can do the same.

One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one

People always overdo the matter when they attempt deception.

Perhaps nobody ever accomplishes all that he feels lies in him to do; but nearly every one who tries his power touches the walls of his being.

Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

Politics make strange bedfellows.

Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.

Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.

Snobbery, being an aspiring failing, is sometimes the prophecy of better things.

The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different.

The chief effect of talk on any subject is to strengthen one's own opinions, and, in fact, one never knows exactly what he does believe until he is warmed into conviction by the heat of attack and defence.

The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.

The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.

The principal value of a garden is not understood. It is not to give the possessors vegetables and fruit (that can be better and cheaper done by the market-gardeners), but to teach him patience and philosophy, and the higher virtues - hope deferred, and expectations blighted, leading directly to resignation, and sometimes to alienation.

There are those who say that trees shade the garden too much, and interfere with the growth of the vegetables. There may be something in this:but when I go down the potato rows, the rays of the sun glancing upon my shining blade, the sweat pouring down my face, I should be grateful for shade.

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.