There is something intrinsically wrong about letters. For one thing they are not instantaneous. ... Nor is this the only trouble about letters. They do not arrive often enough. A letter which has been passionately awaited should be immediately supplemented by another one, to counteract the feeling of flatness that comes upon us when the agonizing delights of anticipation have been replaced by the colder flood of fulfilment.

Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West

Summer makes a silence after spring.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.