I Certainly Don't Know If You Could

We´re Two, Two For Everything, For Love, Life, For A Fight And Pain, For Hours Of Happiness. Two For Wins And Losses, For Life And For Death - Two!

Only Years Of Practice Will Teach You The Mysteries And Bold Certainty Of A Real Gardener, Who Treads At Random, Yet Tramples On Nothing.

You Never Realize A Dog Is A Man's Best Friend Until You Start Betting On Horses.

The Sole Perfection Which Modern Civilization Attains Is A Mechanical One; Machines Are Splendid And Flawless, But The Life Which Serves Them Or Is Served By Them, Is Neither Superb Nor Brilliant, Nor More Perfect Nor More Graceful; Nor Is The Work Of The Machines Perfect; Only They, The Machines, Are Like Gods.

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.