We envy people we love for being always in their own loved company.

A garden is one of the few expressions of man's nature that is altogether benign.

I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.

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

It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

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

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?