Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

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Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

219

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

217

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

202

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

197

Trees are your best antiques.

180

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

157

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

146

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

139

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

122

[Memory is] a man's real possession...In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.

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