How much hope, expectation, and sheer hard work goes into the smallest success! There is no being sure of anything except that whatever has been created will change in time.

So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.

It feels a long way up and down from zero.

People who cannot feel punish those who do.

I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.