I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman.

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall

there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact.

The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

As long as everyone thinks you’re a cutter or tried to commit suicide you’ll always be on the outs.

This is why I keep telling Ash to get you a cat or a bird. Guns aren't proper pets.

The town is man's world but this (country life) is of God.

Art would be useless if the world were perfect.

Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, it means that the dead are living.

Together we have come to realize that for most men the right to learn is curtailed by the obligation to attend school.

There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.

The writing for me is hard work and I always look forward to drawing the pictures.

If a cow laughed, would milk come out her nose?

No one is qualified to converse in public except those contented to do without such conversation.