There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.