Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
A poem round and perfect as a star.
In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.
In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.