I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.

A good start in life is as important to plants as it is to children: they must develop strong roots in a congenial soil, otherwise they will never make the growth that will serve them richly according to their needs in their adult life.

Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.

I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.