The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of the amateur, concerned with the creation of beauty rather than with the providing of food. Gardening is a luxury occupation; an ornament, not a necessity, of life.

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.

Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.

Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.