My Hope Is That Flexible Working And

Beauty Feeds Us. Anarchy Is Beauty. We Are Against The Grey People. We Want To Decorate, Like Those Fantastic Indian Lorries Which Are Covered With Flowers. Beauty Must Conquer The Lust For Order; Order Is Ugliness.

One Of The Least Arduous But Most Productive Of Gardening Jobs, The Magic Of Deadheading Never Fails To Delight Me. It Was A Revelation When The Principle Was Explained To Me: That Flowers Are The Attempt By The Plant To Reproduce Itself. So If You Cut The Heads Off Before The Flower Turns Into Seeds, The Plant Will Continue To Flower.

We Have An Idea That If Something We're Doing Isn't Actually Earning Money, Or Spending It, Then It's Completely Worthless. But If You Start To Work Less, You Can Actually Start To Give More To Society, But On A Local Level.

Being Good To People Is The Only Insurance Policy You Need.

Working Is Bad Enough In The Winter, But In The Summer It Can Become Completely Intolerable. Stuck In Airless Offices, Every Fibre Of Our Being Seems To Cry Out For Freedom. We're Reminded Of Being Stuck In Double Maths While The Birds Sing Outside.