Say What You Will, Making

The Trouble With Gardening Is That Is Does Not Remain An Avocation. It Becomes An Obsession.

A Lover Would Find Life Less Broken Apart After A Misguided Love Affair If They Could Feel That They Had Been Sinful Rather Than Foolish.

The Mass Of Men Live Lives Of Quiet Exasperation.

Oh, Princes Thrive On Caviar, The Poor On Whey And Curds, / And Politicians, I Infer, Must Eat Their Windy Words. / It's Crusts That Feed The Virtuous, It's Cake That Comforts Sinners, / But Writers Live On Bread And Praise At Literary Dinners.

If Childhood Is Still A State, It Is Now Chiefly A State Of Confusion.