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

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.

We adorn graves with flowers and redolent plants, just emblems of the life of man, which has been compared in the Holy Scriptures to those fading beauties whose roots, being buried in dishonor, rise again in glory.

As Paradise (though of God's own Planting) was no longer Paradise than the Man was put into it, to dress it and to keep it, so nor will our Gardens remain long in their perfection unless they are also continually cultivated.

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 Hellish and dismal cloud of...Coal...perpetually imminent over (London) ...that her inhabitants breathe nothing but impure and thick mist...corrupting the lungs and disordering the entire habit of their bodies so the Catarrhs,...Cough, and Consumption, range more in this one City, than in the whole Earth besides.

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

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

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