Not Seeing Is Half-believing.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.

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

Still, No Gardener Would Be A Gardener If He Did Not Live In Hope.

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.

The Shortest Day Has Passed, And Whatever Nastiness Of Weather We May Look Forward To In January And February, At Least We Notice That The Days Are Getting Longer. Minute By Minute They Lengthen Out. It Takes Some Weeks Before We Become Aware Of The Change. It Is Imperceptible Even As The Growth Of A Child, As You Watch It Day By Day, Until The Moment Comes When With A Start Of Delighted Surprise We Realize That We Can Stay Out Of Doors In A Twilight Lasting For Another Quarter Of A Precious Hour.