Occupation: Poet Birth: December 31, 1829 Death: January 5, 1867
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red….
If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be a very sorry business. It is immeasur….
A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker..
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness..
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor..
Trees are your best antiques.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together..
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me..
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition..
There is a slow-growing beauty which only comes to perfection in old age.... I have seen sweeter smiles on a lip of seventy than I ever saw on a lip ….
Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I ca….
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening..
It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone..
It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word..
Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it..
In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in th….
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once..
A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity..
If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well..
How beautiful the yesterday that stood Over me like a rainbow! I am alone, The past is past. I see the future stretch All dark and barren as a rai….
The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman..