Mabel Osgood Wright Quotes & Sayings

Even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Why has no one written a November rhapsody with plenty of lilt and swing? The poets who are moved at all by this month seem only stirred to lamentation, giving us year end and 'melancholy days' remarks, thereby showing that theory is stronger than observation among the rhyming brotherhood, or else that they have chronic indigestion and no gardens to stimulate them. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs? — Mabel Osgood Wright

I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share ... — Mabel Osgood Wright

It is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Nature, when undisturbed, is never monotonous, you know. Even when using green, the most frequent color on her palette, she throws in contrasting tints by way of expression, and you will seldom see two sides of a leaf of the same hue, and the leaf stem frequently gives a good dash of bronze or purple. — Mabel Osgood Wright

What's the good of having news an' ye must coop it? It's like cold veal pie upon the chest for supper, the same being over old, under done, and dry o' gravy. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due? — Mabel Osgood Wright

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even. — Mabel Osgood Wright

The various earth odors all have a separate tale to tell, and the leaf mold of the woods bears a wholly different fragrance from that of the soil under pasture turf, or the breath that the garden gives off in great sighs of relief when it is relaxed and refreshed by a summer shower. — Mabel Osgood Wright

What is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty. — Mabel Osgood Wright

In the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life. — Mabel Osgood Wright

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting. — Mabel Osgood Wright

That is the stimulus of nature; it is never, never old, and always developing. Even the scarred, wrinkled earth herself is a mere infant among the old ladies and gentlemen that tread foot-paths in the sky ... — Mabel Osgood Wright

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged! — Mabel Osgood Wright

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing. — Mabel Osgood Wright