Summer makes a silence after spring.

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.

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

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

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.

For a young man to start his career with a love affair with an older woman was quite de rigueur ... Of course, it must not go on for too long. An apprenticeship was a very different thing from a career.