Who You Are Is A Mystery No

A Tourist Is An Ugly Human Being.

Love And Hatred Don't Take Turns; They Exist Side By Side At The Same Time. And One's Duty, One's Obligation Every Day, Is To Choose To Follow The Nobler One.

The Shadow Of My Mother Danced Around The Room To A Tune That My Own Shadow Sang.

There's Something To Be Said About A Slightly Plump Person—you Have Just Enough Of Too Much.

Gardening Is Really An Extended Form Of Reading, Of History And Philosophy. The Garden Itself Has Become Like Writing A Book. I Walk Around And Walk Around. Apparently People Often See Me Standing There And They Wave To Me And I Don't See Them Because I Am Reading The Landscape.