Cleverness Is A Disease.

For A Dyed-in-the-wool Author Nothing Is As Dead As A Book Once It Is Written. ... She Is Rather Like A Cat Whose Kittens Have Grown Up.

A Garden Isn't Meant To Be Useful. It's For Joy.

As One Gets Older Being Sad And Miserable Can Become A Bit Of A Habit. To Counteract This, She Suggests Making A Point Of Savoring Such Things As The Tastiness Of A Piece Of Fruit, Or Other Small Things We Might Have Been Prone To Overlook During Our Younger, Busier Days.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.