Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who

Marriage Is A Book Of Which The First Chapter Is Written In Poetry And The Remaining Chapters In Prose.

Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who Does Not Love Geraniums Must Obviously Be A Depraved And Loathsome Person.

Every Moment Of This Strange And Lovely Life From Dawn To Dusk, Is A Miracle. Somewhere, Always A Rose Is Opening Its Petals To The Dawn. Somewhere, Always, A Flower Is Fading In The Dusk.

To Dig One's Own Spade Into One's Own Earth! Has Life Anything Better To Offer Than This?

We Both Know, You And I, That If All Men Were Gardeners, The World At Last Would Be At Peace.