Charles Dudley Warner

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

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.

Public opinion is stronger than the legislature, and nearly as strong as the Ten Commandments.

What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

The toad, without which no garden would be complete.

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

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back,—with a hinge in it.

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

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.

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.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch, their renewal of life, this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

There was never a nation great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.

It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.