Fear not, too much, an open enemy; He is consistent – always at his post; But watchful be of him who holds the key Of your own heart, and flatters you the most.
Plant spacious parks in your cities, and loose their gates as wide as the morning, to the whole people.
Fine fruit is the flower of commodities. It is the most perfect union of the useful and the beautiful that the earth knows. Trees full of soft foliage; blossoms fresh with spring bounty; and, finally, fruit, rich, bloom-dusted, melting, and luscious.
Man toils, and strives, and wastes his little life to claim – At last the transient glory of a splendid name, And have, perchance, in marble mockery a bust, Poised on a pedestal, above his sleeping dust.
He who owns a wood of proper land in this country, and, in the face of all the personal riches of the day, only raises crabs and choke pears, deserves to lose the respect of all sensible men.