And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness and he will never come to utter ruin.

Money is human happiness in the abstract he then who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes himself utterly to money.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.

Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter.

God sometimes does try to the uttermost those whom he wishes to bless.

God is an unutterable sigh planted in the depths of the soul.

In the world at large people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden cause and effect labor and reward are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension then the more gardens in the world the more justice the more sense is created.

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?