I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.

how poor and disheartening a thing is experience compared with hope!

The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to doing something better than they have ever done before.

I like owls. I admire their intransigent spirit. I have respected them deeply ever since I met a baby owl in a wood, when it fell over dead, apparently from sheer temper, because I dared to approach it. It defied me first, and then died. I have never forgotten the horror and shame I experienced when that soft fluffy thing (towards which I had nothing but the most humanitarian motives) fell dead from rage at my feet.

Tools have their own integrity.

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