If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would

With Everything That Happens To You, With Everyone You Meet Who Is Important To You, You Either Die A Little Or Are Born.

You Must Remember Garden Catalogues Are As Big Liars As House-agents.

Most Grown People Are Like Icebergs, Three-tenths Showing, Seven-tenths Submerged - That Is Why A Collision With One Of Them Is Unexpectedly Hurtful.

In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

Every Piece Of Writing Starts From What I Call A Grit A Sight Or Sound, A Sentence Or Happening That Does Not Pass Away But Quite Inexplicably Lodges In The Mind.