Trees are your best antiques

Trees are your best antiques.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

A poem round and perfect as a star.

An old novel has a history of its own.

The only thing a man knows is himself.

Books are a finer world within the world.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

To-day is always different from yesterday.

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.

Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

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

To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

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

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

If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.

Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.

A great man is the man who does something for the first time.

The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

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

In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights.

Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time Is England. England!

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

There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

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

A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.

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

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 grave of his personal likings.

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

The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.

Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

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

The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.

My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.

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