No man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of…

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

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

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.

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

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