Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.

[On writing:] The most egotistic of occupations, and the most gratifying while it lasts.

It is no good my telling you. One never believes other people's experiencem and one is only very gradually convinced by one's own.

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

For bees are captious folk / And quick to turn against the lubber's touch.

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

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.