Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.
May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best – out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.
Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.
There is only one real deprivation… and that is not to be able to give one’s gifts to those one loves most.
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn’t there.
The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.
The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.
In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.
Most people have to talk so they won’t hear.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.