But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.
Vita Sackville-WestI suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.
Vita Sackville-WestWomen, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.
Vita Sackville-West