One's life, from being an exterior thing, grows inwards. Its intensity stays the same; and, d'you know, it's most mysterious, the corners… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sometimes just to touch the ground is enough for me, even if not a single thing grows from what I plant. — Andy Couturier Copy Share Image
