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;void(0)) GAMBLING --- GAMES --- GANDHI . . . GAMBLING see: "CHANCE" see: "LUCK" see: "VICE" see: "ENTERTAINMENT, HOBBIES, & LEISURE ACTIVITIES" for other related links see: "MONEY" for other related links Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never go to bed with a woman whose troubles are greater than your own. --Nelson Algren (1909—1981) American novelist. _A Walk on the Wild Side_ [1956] "What Every Young Man Should Know" [Captain Louis Renault (Claude Rains) speaking:] I'm shocked, *shocked* to find that gambling is going on in here! --Julius J. Epstein (1909—2000), Philip G. Epstein (1909—1952), and Howard Koch (1902—1995) "Casablanca" [1942]. Lotteries, a tax upon imbeciles. --Count Camillo Benso di Cavour (1810—1861) Piedmontese statesman who helped bring about the unification of Italy and served as the first prime minister. Quoted in _Encyclopædia Britannica_. 14th ed. [1949]. Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and more suicides than despair. --C.C. Colton (1780—1832) English clergyman and writer. Attributed in Elias Lyman Magoon _Proverbs for the People_ [1849]. WOMAN: You must talk to me, Mr. Coolidge. I made a bet today that I could get more than two words out of you. COOLIDGE: You lose. --Calvin Coolidge (1872—1933) American Republican statesman and President [1923—1929]. In Ishbel Ross _Grace Coolidge and Her Era:_ [1962]. I bet you, Ziggie, a hundred bucks that he ain't here. --Charles Dillingham (1868—1934) American theatrical director and producer. Whispered to Florenz Ziegfield as they carried Harry Houdini's casket as pall-bearers. (attributed) By gaming we lose both our time and treasure — two things most precious to the life of man. --Owen Feltham (c. 1610—c. 1678) English religious writer. Quoted in James Cumming _Resolves, Divine, Moral, and Political of Owen Fellham_ [1820]. - [Cousin Zeb (Fuzzy Knight):] Uh, is this a game of chance? [Cuthbert J. Twillie (W.C. Fields):] Not the way *I* play it, no. "My Little Chickadee" [1940 film] Screenplay by Mae West & W.C. Fields. Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people. --attributed to W. C. Fields [William Claude Dukenfield] (1880—1946) American vaudeville star and film actor. - [Walter Cronkite] told this anecdote in 2002 at the Washington convention of the American Society of Newspaper Editors. Cronkite began his storied career in newspaper journalism in Texas, first in Austin and then his hometown of Houston, where he was a cub reporter at the Houston Press. This was in the 1930s. ... But this was also the age of the autocratic editor whose bark was his bite. Cronkite's was Roy Roussel. "He called me up, and he was livid with rage," the great newsman recalled the scene from his youth. "He said, 'You had a mistake in the clearinghouse numbers yesterday.' Now, the Houston clearinghouse number was how much money cleared through the Houston banks that day. We printed it in the last edition of the paper. It was a one-line item with a one-line head, Clearinghouse. The line was, 'The Houston clearinghouse returns today were ...' In this particular case, I think I wrote $5,732,342.67. He said, 'You had an error on the clearinghouse number. That number was 64 cents, not 67 cents. My God, man, don't you understand what you're doing here?!' It was such a bawling out that I went back to my desk pretty convinced that was my last day at the Press and that I'd apparently blown the entire economy of Houston." He could not for the life of him understand why he was so upbraided over a 3-cent error. It is hard to conceive of Cronkite as ever having been naïve, but it took awhile for someone to get around to explaining to him the gravity of his inaccuracy and the cloud it cast over the reputation of his newspaper. "As near as I could tell I was through at the Press, and I didn't know what I'd really done," he recalled. But later at the Prohibition-era drinking hole: "I asked the first reporter I sat next to, 'What was this all about, this three cent error I made?' And he looked at me with that look of a senior looking at a freshman with this obvious naiveté I had shown. He said, 'Well, kid, you know why we print the banking clearinghouse numbers, don't you, each day?' I said, 'Well, no. I kind of wondered that.' And he said, 'It's the number on which the local lottery pays off.' " --Sherman Frederick _Las Vegas Review-Journal_ [18 July 2009] - Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgag'd, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind. --John Gay (1685—1732) English poet and dramatist. _Fables_ Pt. II [1738] "Pan and Fortune" ^ John Warne Gates (1855—1911) American industrialist, speculator, and gambler. He once bet the wealthy John Drake, whose family founded Drake University, $11,000. The wager turned on whose bread, dunked in coffee, would attract the most flies. Gates won. He had not bothered to let young Drake know that he had put six spoonfuls of sugar in his own cup. --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ ^ Ira Gershwin (1896—1983) American lyricist. Gershwin was a keen poken player, but very unlucky. After a particularly disastrous evening, he announced to his friends, "I take an oath, I'll never pick up a card again.' After a moment's pause, he added, 'Unless, of course, I have guests who want to play . . . Or, unless I am a guest in another man's house.' He paused again. 'Or whatever circumstances arise.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ The darkest day in any man's earthly career is that wherein he first fancies there is some easier way of gaining a dollar than by squarely earning it. --Horace Greeley (1811—1872) American newspaper editor. "Friends' Intelligencer" (monthly periodical) [31 August 1867] True luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; Luckiest he who knows just when to rise and go home. --John Milton Hay (1838—1905) U.S. secretary of state [1898—1905] associated with the Open Door policy toward China. _Distichs_, XV in _Poems_ [1871] Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore. --George Herbert (1593—1633) English religious poet. _The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations_ [1633] "The Church Porch" The safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket. --Frank McKinney (Kin) Hubbard (1868—1930) American humorist. Attributed in "Fortune" (mag.) [1975]. I should of stood in bed. --Joe Jacobs (1896—1940) American boxing manager. After leaving his sickbed to attend the World Series in Detroit [October 1935] and betting on the loser. Quoted in _Reno Evening Gazette_ [30 December 1935]. I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family. --Douglas Jerrold (1803—1857) English playwright and journalist. Quoted in Tryon Edwards _A Dictionary of Thoughts_, p. 116 [1891]. Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism. --Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961) Swiss psychologist. __Erinnerungen, Träume, Gedanken_ (Memories, Dreams, Reflections), ch. 12 [1963] - Gambling ought never to be an important part of a man's life. If it is a way in which large sums of money are transferred from person to person without doing any good (e.g., producing employment, goodwill, etc.) then it is a bad thing. If it is carried out on a small scale, I am not sure that it is bad. I don't know much about it, because it is about the only vice to which I have no temptation at all, and I think it is a risk to talk about things which are not in my own make-up, because I don't understand them. If anyone comes to me asking to play bridge for money, I just say: "How much do you hope to win? Take it and go away." --C.S. [Clive Staples] Lewis (1898—1963) British scholar and novelist. _God in the Dock_ [1948], "Answers to Questions on Christianity," Question 13 - One of the worst things that can happen in life is to win a bet on a horse at an early age. --attributed to Danny McGoorty The taste for gambling, like that for sports, is a kind of feeble-mindedness — maybe even an insanity. It can be justified only by a resort to the most preposterous sophistry. Whenever it has seized a man of any visible talent — for example, Dostoevsky and C. C. Colton — he has ended crazy. It is the silliest of all the vices. --H.L. (Henry Louis) Mencken (1880—1956) American journalist and literary critic. _Minority Report_ [1956] Give him the same amount of money every morning that he is likely to win during the day's play on condition that does not gamble, and you will make him thoroughly unhappy. It will perhaps be said that he only cares about the fun of gambling and not his winnings. But make him play for nothing; he will not get any excitement out of it at all and will merely be bored. This means that he is not looking for entertainment alone. He must grow excited and fool himself into believing that he would be delighted to win the money that he would hate to be given to him on the condition that he does not gamble. --Blaise Pascal (1623—1662) French mathematician, physicist, and moralist. _Pensées_ [1670] - kap posts to USENET newsgrouup, late 1990's: Yesterday we went to Lake Mead, with a stop at the park in Boulder City. Did you know that Boulder City is the only town in Nevada which prohibits gambling? What a boring life those poor people lead. They never get free food like we do when we get 'comped' at the casino. You know how comps work don't you? Well, for every (let's say) $1,000 you spend they give you a $20 meal. Only people in Nevada think that's a good deal. But I digress, back to Lake Mead! The sun is so strong that it fries our collective brains! There are many walking paths near the lake, but it was too hot for a stroll. So we decided to feed the carp which hang out at the marina. You can buy popcorn in the souvenir shop and feed the fish. It's kinda neat; throw a handful of popcorn and 100 or more fish converge on the booty. Reach out and you can just about pick them up. No fishing allowed, but who wants carp anyway. On the way back we drove through Boulder City, shuttered at the thought of no gambling, and returning to civilization promptly visited the first casino we came to. Lost all our money of course, but made some progress on our comps. --kap - At the gambling casinos in Ketchum [Idaho], they took the big beautiful wheels off the roulette tables at the end of play every night and locked them up. Why? Because if they didn't people would come in and paste numbers on the wheel — say three or four 27s — and then play that number the following night, and it would be quite a while before the dealer realized what had happened. --Ernie Pyle (1900—1945) American journalist, war correspondent, and winner of a 1944 Pulitzer. _Home Country_ [1947] The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but that's the way to bet. --Damon Runyon (1884—1946) American journalist and short-story writer. _More Than Somewhat_ [1937] You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. ... --Don Schlitz (b. 1952) American songwriter. "The Gambler" [1978 song sung by Kenny Rogers] There is but one good throw upon the dice, which is, to throw them away. --Horace Smith (1779—1849) English poet and novelist. _The Tin Trumpet_ [1836] - There are two times in a man's life when he should not speculate: when he can't afford to, and when he can. --Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835—1910) American humorist, novelist, journalist, and river pilot. _Following the Equator_ [1897], ch. 61 epigraph: "Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar" The baccarat table is covered with green cloth and is marked off in divisions with chalk or something. The banker sits in the middle, the croupier opposite. The customers fill all the chairs at the table, and the rest of the crowd are massed at their backs and leaning over them to deposit chips or gold coins. Constantly money and chips are flung upon the table, and the game seems to consist in the croupier's reaching for those things with a flexible sculling oar and raking them home. It appeared to be a rational enough game for him, and if I could have borrowed his oar I would have stayed, but I didn't see where the entertainment of the others came in. --Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835—1910) American humorist, novelist, journalist, and river pilot. "Aix, the Paradise of the Rheumatics" in _New York Sun_ [8 November 1891], as quoted in J.R. Lemaster & James D. Wilson (eds.) _The Mark Twain Encyclopedia_ [1993]. - [Gambling] is the child of Avarice, the brother of Iniquity, and the father of Mischief. --George Washington (1732—1799) American general and commander-in-chief of the colonial armies in the American Revolution [1775—1783] and first president of the United States [1789—1797]. Letter to his nephew, Bushrod Washington [15 January 1783]. No horse can go as fast as the money you put on it. --attributed to Earl Wilson (1907—1987) American newspaper columnist. - Now I lay me down to slumber. I pray the Lord I hit the number. If I should die before I wake. Put a dime on 408. --anon. -- A man walks along a lonely beach. Suddenly he hears a deep voice: DIG! He looks around: nobody's there. "I am having hallucinations," he thinks. Then he hears the voice again: I SAID, DIG ! So he starts to dig in the sand with his bare hands, and after some inches, he finds a small chest with a rusty lock. The deep voice says: OPEN! Ok, the man thinks, let's open the thing. He finds a rock with which to destroy the lock, and when the chest is finally open, he sees a lot of gold coins. The deep voice says: TO THE CASINO! Well the casino is only a few miles away, so the man takes the chest and walks to the casino. The deep voice says: ROULETTE! So he changes all the gold into a huge pile of roulette tokens and goes to one of the tables where the players gaze at him with disbelief. The deep voice says: 27! The man takes the whole pile and drops it on the 27. The table nearly bursts. Everybody is quiet when the croupier throws the ball. The ball comes to rest on 26. The deep voice says: OOPS! -- Gambling: The sure way of getting nothing for something. ----- tontine (noun) Group investment scheme: an investment or insurance plan in which contributors pay equal amounts into a common fund and receive equal dividends and benefits from it, with the final surviving contributor receiving everything. vigorish (noun) ['vi-gê-rish] Usurious interest paid to a money-lender or a book-maker's usual commission on an illegal bet.  . . see: "ENTERTAINMENT, HOBBIES, & LEISURE ACTIVITIES" for related links The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. --G.K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton (1874—1936) English essayist, novelist, and poet. Opening lines of _The Napoleon of Notting Hill_ [1904]. ^ Louis XV (1710—1774) King of France [1715—1774] Louis was playing cards with members of his entourage when a certain M. de Chauvelin was stricken by a fit of apoplexy, of which he died. 'M. de Chauvelin is ill,' exclaimed a courtier, seeing him fall. Louis turned and surveyed the fallen body coldly. 'Ill?' he said. 'He is dead. Take him away. Spades are trumps, gentlemen.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ We must take note that the games of children are not games in their eyes; and we must regard these as their most serious actions. --Michel Eyquem de Montaigne (1533—1592) French moralist and essayist. _Essais_ (Essays), bk. I, ch. 22 [pub. 1580—1588] The game's afoot. Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!" --William Shakespeare (1564—1616) English dramatist. King Henry, in _Henry V_, III, i [1600] ^ Herbert Spencer (1820—1903) British philosopher and economist. Spencer was playing billiards with a subaltern who was a highly proficient player. In a game of fifty up Spencer gave a miss in balk and his opponent made a run of fifty and out in his first inning. The frustrated philosopher remarked, 'A certain dexterity in games of skill argues a well-balanced mind, but such a dexterity as you have shown is evidence, I fear, of a misspent youth.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ ----- gambol (verb) ['gæm-bl] To leap and spring about joyfully, to frolic about without a care. . . see: "PEOPLE" for related links - History, and religious and moral opinion, have so enshrined Gandhi in this sacred matrix that in many quarters it is blasphemous to question whether this entire procedure of passive resistance was not simply the only intelligent, realistic, expedient program which Gandhi had at his disposal; and that the "morality" that surrounded this policy . . . was to a large degree a rationale to cloak a pragmatic program with a desired and essential moral cover. . . . Gandhi did not have the guns, and if he had had the guns, he would not have had the people to use the guns. Gandhi records in his _Autobiography_ his astonishment at the passivity and submissiveness of his people in not retaliating or even wanting revenge against the British. . . . The contention that it was a pragmatic, rather than a principled decision, is based on the Declaration of Independence of Mahatma Gandhi issued on January 26, 1930, where he discussed "the fourfold disaster to our country." His fourth indictment against the British reads: "Spiritually, compulsive disarmament has made us unmanly, and the presence of an alien army of occupation, employed with deadly effect to crush in us the spirit of resistance, has made us think we cannot . . . even defend our homes and families . . . " These words more than suggest that if Gandhi had had the weapons for violent resistance and the people to use them this means would not have been so unreservedly rejected as the world would like to think. --Saul Alinsky (1909—1972) American community organizer and writer. _Rules for Radicals_, pp. 38-9 [1971] - It is alarming and also nauseating to see Mr. Gandhi, a seditious middle temple lawyer, now posing as a fakir of a type well known in the east, striding half-naked up the steps of the viceregal palace, while he is still organizing and conducting a defiant campaign of civil disobedience, to parley on equal terms with the representative of the king-emperor. --1930 observation by Winston Churchill (1874—1965) British Conservative statesman and Prime Minister [1940—1945, 1951—1955]. Quoted in "Time" [1942]. One of my high-school teachers in India liked to say, "If Hitler had been ruling India, Gandhi would be a lamp shade." This man was not known for his sensitivity, but he had a habit of speaking the truth. His point was that the success of Gandhi and of the Indian protesters, who prostrated themselves on the train tracks, depended on the certain knowledge that the trains would stop rather than run over them. With tactics such as these, Gandhi and his followers hoped to paralyze British rule in India, and they succeeded. But what if the British had ordered the trains to keep going? This is certainly what Hitler would have done. I don't see Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun being deterred by Gandhi's strategy. Even as the Indians denounced the West as wholly unprincipled and immoral, they relied on Western principles and Western morality to secure their independence. --Dinesh D'Souza (b. 1961) American author. _What's So Great About America?_ [2002] Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the Act of depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest. --Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869—1948) Indian statesman and leader of the nationalistic movement against British rule. "Young India" [1928] ... if, as may happen, India and Britain finally settle down into a decent and friendly relationship, will this be partly because Gandhi, by keeping up his struggle obstinately and without hatred, disinfected the political air? That one even thinks of asking such questions indicates his stature. One may feel, as I do, a sort of aesthetic distaste for Gandhi, one may reject the claims of sainthood made on his behalf (he never made any such claim himself, by the way), one may also reject sainthood as an ideal and therefore feel that Gandhi's basic aims were anti-human and reactionary: but regarded simply as a politician, and compared with the other leading political figures of our time, how clean a smell he has managed to leave behind! --George Orwell [Eric Blair] (1903—1950) English novelist. _A Collection of Essays_ [1953] ;void(0)) GARBO, GRETA . . see: "ACTORS" for related links see: "PEOPLE" for related links What, when drunk, one sees in other women, one sees in Garbo sober. --Kenneth Tynan (1927—1980) English theater critic. _Curtains_, pt. 2 [1961] ;void(0)) . . see: "FLOWERS" see: "PLANTS" see: "HOME & FAMILY" for other related links see: "NATURE" for other related links To cultivate a garden is to walk with God, to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to learn something of her choicest secrets, and to have a more intelligent interest awakened in the beautiful order of her works elsewhere. --Christian Nestell Bovee (1820—1904) American writer. _Intuitions and Summaries of Thought_ [1862] - Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hand away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there for a lifetime. --Ray Bradbury (b. 1920) American science fiction author. _Fahrenheit 451_ [1953] - Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get. --attributed to H. Jackson Brown, Jr. (b. 1940) American author. Pleasure for one hour, a bottle of wine. Pleasure for one year a marriage; but pleasure for a lifetime, a garden. --Chinese Proverb What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered. --Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803—1882) American philosopher and poet. "Fortune of the Republic" [1878] There's only one sure way to tell the weeds from the vegetables. If you see anything growing, pull it up. If it grows again, it was a weed. --Corey Ford (1902—1969) American humorist, author, outdoorsman, and screenwriter. _Look_ (mag.) [2 September 1954], as quoted in William Alexander _The $64 Tomato_ [2006]. ^ Mrs Irene Graham of Thorpe Avenue, Boscombe, delighted the audience with her reminiscence of the German prisoner of war who was sent each week to do her garden. He was repatriated at the end of 1945, she recalled. 'He'd always seemed a nice friendly chap, but when the crocuses came up in the middle of our lawn in February 1946, they spelt out Heil Hitler.' --_Bournemouth Evening Echo_ The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth— One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth. --Dorothy Frances Gurney (1858—1932) English poet. "God's Garden" in _Poems_ [1913]. ^ Walter Savage Landor (1775—1864) British poet, essayist, and critic. Landor's cook displeased his master one day by serving an indifferent meal. Landor in a passion threw him through an open window. The cook landed awkwardly in the flower bed below and broke a limb. Landor cried out, 'Good God, I forgot the violets!' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of day. --F. Frankfort Moore (1855—1931) British dramatist, novelist, and poet. _A Garden of Peace_ [1919] My garden will never make me famous, I'm a horticultural ignoramus, I can't tell a stringbean from a soybean, Or even a girl bean from a boy bean. --Ogden Nash (1902—1971) American writer of humorous poetry. "Versus: He Digs, He Dug, He Has Dug." - The charm of perfect silence fell on the grand old garden. He sat on, soothed and yet sorrowful. The place was beautiful to him, even without Gemma. In the garden of these children all the flora of Italy was gathered and was growing. The delights of an Italian garden are countless. It is not like any other garden in the world. It is at once more formal and more wild, at once greener with more abundant youth and venerable with more antique age. It has all Boccaccio between its walls, all Petrarca in its leaves, all Raffaelle in its skies. And then the sunshine that beggars words and laughs at painters! — the boundless, intense, delicious, heavenly light! What do other gardens know of that, save in orange-groves of Grenada and rose-thickets of Damascus? The old broken marble statues, whence the water dripped and fed the water-lily; the great lemon-trees in pots big enough to drown a boy, the golden globes among their emerald leaves; the magnolias, like trees cast in bronze, with all the spice of India in their cups; the spires of ivory bells that the yuccas put forth, like belfries for fairies; the oleanders taller than a man, red and white and blush colour; the broad velvet leaves of the flowering rush; the dark majestic ilex oaks, that made the noon like twilight; the countless graces of the vast family of acacias; the high box hedges, sweet and pungent in the sun; the stone ponds, where the gold-fish slept through the sultry day; the wilderness of carnations; the huge roses, yellow, crimson, snow-white, and the small noisette and the banksia with its million of pink stars; myrtles in dense thickets, and camellias like a wood of evergreens; cacti in all quaint shapes, like fossils astonished to find themselves again alive; high walls, vine-hung and topped by pines and cypresses; low walls with crowds of geraniums on their parapets, and the mountains and the fields beyond them; marble basins hidden in creepers where the frogs dozed all day long; sounds of convent bells and of chapel chimes; green lizards basking on the flags; great sheds and granaries beautiful with the clematis and the wisteria and the rosy trumpets of the bigonia; great wooden places cool and shady, with vast arched entrances, and scent of hay, and empty casks, and red earthen amphoræ, and little mice scudding on the floors, and a sun-dial painted on the wall, and a crucifix set above the weathercock, and through the huge unglazed windows sight of the green vines with the bullocks in the harvest-carts beneath them, or of some hilly sunlit road with a mule-team coming down it, or of a blue high hill with its pine-trees black against the sky, and on its slopes the yellow corn and misty olive. This was their garden; it is ten thousand other gardens in the land. The old painters had these gardens, and walked in them, and thought nothing better could be needed for any scene of Annunciation or Adoration, and so put them in beyond the windows of Bethlehem or behind the Throne of the Lamb — and who can wonder? The mighty lives have passed away into silence, leaving no likeness to them on earth; but if you would still hold communion with them, even better than to go to written score or printed book or painted panel or chiselled marble or cloistered gloom, is it to stray into one of these old quiet gardens, where for hundred of years the stone naiad has leaned over the fountain, and the golden lizard hidden under the fallen caryatide, and sit quiet still, and let the stones tell you what they remember and the leaves say what the sun once saw; and then the shades of the great dead will come to you. Only you must love them truly, else you will see them never. --Ouida [Maria Louise de la Ramée] (1839—1908) English novelist. _Signa_ [1875] - All gardening is landscape painting. --Alexander Pope (1688—1744) English poet. Quoted in Rev. Joseph Spence _Anecdotes, Observations, and Characters, of Books and Men_, p. 144 [1820]. All really grim gardeners possess a keen sense of humus. --W.C. Sellar (1898—1951) and R.J. Yeatman (1898—1968) British writers. _Garden Rubbish_ [1930] To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life — this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do. --Charles Dudley Warner (1829—1900) American newspaperman, author, editor, and publisher. _My Summer in a Garden_ [1870] -- Grow your own dope, plant a man. --bumper sticker I've had enough of gardening — I'm just about ready to throw in the trowel. --anon. The gardener's rule applies to youth and age: When young "sow wild oats", but when old, grow sage. --anon. A woman's garden is growing beautifully but the darn tomatoes won't ripen. There's a limit to the number of uses for green tomatoes and she's getting tired of it. So she goes to her neighbor and says, "Your tomatoes are ripe, mine are green. What can I do about it?" Her neighbor replies, "Well, it may sound absurd but here's what to do. Tonight there's no moon. After dark go out into your garden and take all your clothes off. Tomatoes can see in the dark and they'll be embarrassed and blush. In the morning they'll all be red, you'll see." Well, what the heck? She does it. The next day her neighbor asks how it worked. "So-so,"' she answers, "The tomatoes are still green but the cucumbers are all four inches longer." ----- burgeon (verb) [‘bêr-jên] To bud, sprout, to begin to grow or blossom; to grow and flourish. deracinate [dee-RAS-uh-nayt], transitive verb: 1. To pluck up by the roots; to uproot; to extirpate. 2. To displace from one's native or accustomed environment. efflorescence (noun) [ef-flo-'re-sêns ] Flowering, blooming, blossoming. horticulture (noun) ['hor-tê-kêl-chUr or -chêr] The science (or art) of growing fruits, vegetables, flowers and ornamental plants; the cultivation of a garden. jardiniere (noun) [zhar-dn-'eer or jar-dn-'eer] (1) A decorative container for plants or flowers; (2) A stand or box for plants or flowers, such as a window box; (3) Diced fresh vegetables served as an accompaniment to meat, as a jardiniere soup. topiary (noun) A bush, hedge, or tree trimmed into a decorative shape. verdant [vúrd’nt] (adj.) 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