One Never Knows Whether People Have Principles

Much Melancholy Has Devolved Upon Mankind, And It Is Detestable To Me That Might Will Triumph In The End...

Robots Do Not Hold On To Life. They Can't. They Have Nothing To Hold On With - No Soul, No Instinct. Grass Has More Will To Live Than They Do.

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 Still Stand Watch, O Human Star, Burning Without A Flicker, Perfect Flame, Bright And Resourceful Spirit. Each Of Your Rays A Great Idea - O Torch Which Passes From Hand To Hand, From Age To Age, World Without End.

All The Year Round There Is Spring, All Through Life Is Youth; There Is Always Something Which May Flower.