It Is, I Assume, Quite Easy To

Flowers And Plants Are Silent Presences. They Nourish Every Sense Except The Ear.

One Of The Good Elements Of Old Age Is That We No Longer Have To Prove Anything, To Ourselves Or To Anyone Else. We Are What We Are.

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

Why Should It Happen That Among The Great Many Women Whom I See And Am Fond Of, Suddenly Somebody I Meet For Half An Hour Opens The Door Into Poetry?

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.