Art Must Not Serve Might.

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

Be These People Either Conservatives Or Socialists, Yellows Or Reds, The Most Important Thing Is - And That Is The Point I Want To Stress - That All Of Them Are Right In The Plain And Moral Sense Of The Word.

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

I Find That A Real Gardener Is Not A Man Who Cultivates Flowers; He Is A Man Who Cultivates The Soil. He Is A Creature Who Digs Himself Into The Earth And Leaves The Sight Of What Is On It To Us Gaping Good-for-nothings. He Lives Buried In The Ground. He Builds His Monument In A Heap Of Compost. If He Came Into The Garden Of Eden, He Would Sniff Excitedly And Say: "good Lord, What Humus!"

After His Death The Gardener Does Not Become A Butterfly, Intoxicated By The Perfumes Of The Flowers, But A Garden Worm Tasting All The Dark, Nitrogenous, And Spicy Delights Of The Soil.