A gardener's work is never at an end; it begins with the year and continues to the next.

Chestnuts are delicacies for princes and a lusty and masculine food for rusticks, and able to make women well-complexioned.

Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at.

Freindshipp is beyond all relations of flesh and blood, because it is less materiall.

Gardening is a labour full of tranquility and satisfaction; natural and instructive, and as such contributes to the most serious contemplation, experience, health and longevity.

The gardener's work is never at at end; it begins with the year, and continues to the next: he prepares the ground, and then he sows it; after that he plants, and then he gathers the fruits.

Here we supped . . ., having amongst other dainties, a dish of truffles, an earth nut found by an hogg trained to it.

I saw Hamlet Prince of Denmark played; but now the old plays begin to disgust this refined age.

Explore everything; keep the best

This knight was indeed a valiant gentleman; but not a little given to romance, when he spake of himself.

I am utterly against those confused Olios, into which men put almost all kinds of meats and Roots.

The IQ and the life expectancy of the average American recently passed each other in opposite directions.

The next darwin is more likely to be a data wonk than a naturalist wandering through an exotic landscape.

I realized that people don't quite understand what I do when I was the new kid on the block and a lot of Hollywood was offering me fairly cheesy projects.

A real important thing is that, though I rely on my husband for love, I rely on myself for strength.

Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.

Socialism is a society where the resources are used democratically to provide a better life for all, based on ending the dictatorship of big business over the economy and politics.

I know that I cannot be with a person for three hours without saying at least ten things that would kill me.

When we touch the foundation of the reality of the good news of God, we will never bother Him anymore with little personal complaints.

Mother Dolores Hart's prose is a reflection of the inner beauty she has always possessed. A fascinating read... and read again!

A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.