Dumb Dog. I Bought A Dog Whistle.

It Suddenly Occurred To Me That Every Move On The Chessboard Is Old And Has Been Played By Somebody At Some Time. Maybe Our Own History Has Been Played Out By Somebody At Some Time, And We Just Move Our Pieces About In The Same Moves To Strike In The Same Way As People Have Always Done.

After His Death The Gardener Does Not Become A Butterfly, Intoxicated By The Perfumes Of The Flowers, But A Garden Worm Tasting All The Dark, Nitrogenous, And Spicy Delights Of The Soil.

If Dogs Could Talk, Perhaps We Would Find It As Hard To Get Along With Them As We Do With People.

Let No One Think That Real Gardening Is A Bucolic And Meditative Occupation. It Is An Insatiable Passion, Like Everything Else To Which A Man Gives His Heart.

You Ought To Know That October Is The First Spring Month.