happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.

Enthusiasm is a plant which grows variously in the varying soils of different natures.

Every search has its own momentum. It is why a search makes such an excellent plot for a film or story.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

... garden books are quite unconscious that besides telling us how to turn our patch of earth into a garden, they are also expressing the way their age looks at the world, the state of their society.

Perhaps the way with any obsession is to ignore it simply. Not to fight it, since it draws strength from any contact with us, whether hostile or friendly.