In My Garden I Spend My Days;

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

Fine Phrases I Value More Than Bank-notes. I Have Ear For No Other Harmony Than The Harmony Of Words. To Be Occasionally Quoted Is The Only Fame I Care For.

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

I Go Into My Library, And All History Unrolls Before Me. I Breathe The Morning Air Of The World While The Scent Of Eden's Roses Yet Lingered In It, While It Vibrated Only To The World's First Brood Of Nightingales, And To The Laugh Of Eve. I See The Pyramids Building; I Hear The Shoutings Of The Armies Of Alexander.