There Are No Signposts In The Sea.

Autumn In Felted Slipper Shuffles On, Muted Yet Fiery.--vita Sackville-west

A Flowerless Room Is A Soulless Room, To My Way Of Thinking; But Even A Solitary Little Vase Of A Living Flower May Redeem It.

Serenity Of Spirit And Turbulence Of Action Should Make Up The Sum Of A Man's Life.

Travel Is In Sad Case. It Is Uncomfortable, It Is Expensive; It Is A Source Of Annoyance To Our Friends, And Of Loneliness To Ourselves.

I Do Not Like January Very Much. It Is Too Stationary. Not Enough Happens. I Like The Evidences Of Life, And In January There Are Too Few Of Them.