Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.

Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is Another.

I Suppose Real Old Age Begins When One Looks Backward Rather Than Forward

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?

Being Very Rich As Far As I Am Concerned Is Having A Margin. The Margin Is Being Able To Give.

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.