The fact is that gardening, more than most of our other activities except sometimes love-making, confronts us with the inexplicable.

Venice, as a city, was a foundling, floating upon the waters like Moses in his basket among the bulrushes.

Be truthful... and pay attention. I would also recommend the avoidance of credit cards.

For both writer and reader, the novel is a lonely, physically inactive affair. Only the imagination races.

If someone tells you he is going to make a 'realistic decision', you immediately understand that he has resolved to do something bad.

Anybody who has ever tried to rectify an injustice or set a record straight comes to feel that he is going mad.

From what I have seen, I am driven to the conclusion that religion is only good for good people.