April, The Angel Of The Months, The

There Is Something Intrinsically Wrong About Letters. For One Thing They Are Not Instantaneous. ... Nor Is This The Only Trouble About Letters. They Do Not Arrive Often Enough. A Letter Which Has Been Passionately Awaited Should Be Immediately Supplemented By Another One, To Counteract The Feeling Of Flatness That Comes Upon Us When The Agonizing Delights Of Anticipation Have Been Replaced By The Colder Flood Of Fulfilment.

Nothing Shows Up The Difference Between The Things Said Or Read, So Much As The Daily Experience Of It.

The More One Gardens, The More One Learns; And The More One Learns, The More One Realizes How Little One Knows.

There Are No Signposts In The Sea.

A Man And His Tools Make A Man And His Trade.