When, and how, and at what stage of our development did spirituality and our strange notions of religion arise? the need for worship which is nothing more than our frightened refuge into propitiation of a Creator we do not understand? A detective story, the supreme Who-done-it, written in indecipherable hieroglyphics, no Rosetta stone supplied by the consummate Mystifier to tease us poor fumbling unravellers of his plot.

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other than one's own.

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even a real destination. It is the Wanderlust.

I cannot abide the Mr. and Mrs. Noah attitude towards marriage; the animals went in two by two, forever stuck together with glue.