Nothing Is Stranger To Man Than His

While We Only Look At Nature It Is Fair To Say That Autumn Is The End Of The Year; But It Is Still More True That Autumn Is The Beginning Of The Year.... Autumn Is The Time When In Fact The Leaves Bud. Leaves Wither Because Winter Begins; But They Also Wither Because Spring Is Already Beginning, Because New Buds Are Being Made, As Tiny As Percussion Caps Out Of Which The Spring Will Crack.... It Is Only An Optical Illusion That My Flowers Die In Autumn; For In Reality They Are Born.

Art Must Not Serve Might.

I Think I Am Slowly Becoming An Anarchist, That This Is Only Another Label For My Privateness, And I Think That You Will Understand This In The Sense Of Being Against Collectivity.

Let No One Think That Real Gardening Is A Bucolic And Meditative Occupation. It Is An Insatiable Passion, Like Everything Else To Which A Man Gives His Heart.

Much Melancholy Has Devolved Upon Mankind, And It Is Detestable To Me That Might Will Triumph In The End...