It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.
No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.
In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture - it won’t accrue value as time goes on. Time is its enemy’ time passing is merely the countdown for the parting between garden and gardener.