There Arises From A Bad And Unapt

A Forbidden Writing Is Thought To Be A Certain Spark Of Truth, That Flies Up In The Face Of Them Who Seek To Tread It Out.

Gardening Is The Purest Of Human Pleasures.

Nothing Opens The Heart Like A True Friend, To Whom You May Impart Griefs, Joys, Fears, Hopes...and Whatever Lies Upon The Heart.

Fortitude Is The Marshal Of Thought, The Armor Of The Will, And The Fort Of Reason.

To Suffering There Is A Limit; To Fearing, None.