April, The Angel Of The Months, The

Prose Is A Poor Thing, A Poor Inadequate Thing, Compared With Poetry Which Says So Much More In Shorter Time.

[on Writing:] The Most Egotistic Of Occupations, And The Most Gratifying While It Lasts.

A Good Start In Life Is As Important To Plants As It Is To Children: They Must Develop Strong Roots In A Congenial Soil, Otherwise They Will Never Make The Growth That Will Serve Them Richly According To Their Needs In Their Adult Life.

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

I Like Owls. I Admire Their Intransigent Spirit. I Have Respected Them Deeply Ever Since I Met A Baby Owl In A Wood, When It Fell Over Dead, Apparently From Sheer Temper, Because I Dared To Approach It. It Defied Me First, And Then Died. I Have Never Forgotten The Horror And Shame I Experienced When That Soft Fluffy Thing (towards Which I Had Nothing But The Most Humanitarian Motives) Fell Dead From Rage At My Feet.