The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.
Vita Sackville-WestTravel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.
Vita Sackville-WestI loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.
Vita Sackville-WestProse is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
Vita Sackville-WestSuccessful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.
Vita Sackville-WestWhen, 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.
Vita Sackville-West