... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books.

There Are No Happy Endings, There Are Only Happy People.

What Continues To Astonish Me About A Garden Is That You Can Walk Past It In A Hurry, See Something Wrong, Stop To Set It Right, And Emerge An Hour Or Two Later Breathless, Contented, And Wondering What On Earth Happened.

Perhaps We Clutch At Life Only When We Have Never Lived Or Trusted It. Then Death Seems The Last And Greatest Defeat, The End Of Something Never Felt.

Everything Matters Terribly To Children, You Know, They're Fresh And Unformed.

When A Gourd Is Hollowed Out It Becomes Empty And Is Of Great Use To The World Because Of Its Emptiness.