We´re Two, Two For Everything,

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!"

My Dear Miss Glory, Robots Are Not People. They Are Mechanically More Perfect Than We Are, They Have An Astounding Intellectual Capacity, But They Have No Soul.

There Came Into The World An Unlimited Abundance Of Everything People Need. But People Need Everything Except Unlimited Abundance.

Wherever On This Planet Ideals Of Personal Freedom And Dignity Apply, There You Will Find The Cultural Inheritance Of England.

One Never Knows Whether People Have Principles On Principle Or Whether For Their Own Personal Satisfaction.