There Is No Ghost So

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

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 Immeasurably Heightened By The Solemnity Of Death.

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 The Present; With The Book I Am In The Past.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.

To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.