A Single Soul Is Richer Than All

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.

The Greatness Of An Artist Or A Writer Does Not Depend On What He Has In Common With Other Artists And Writers, But On What He Has Peculiar To Himself.

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

How Deeply Seated In The Human Heart Is The Liking For Gardens And Gardening.