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She walks among the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water—
She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.

— Vita Sackville-West

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Women, like men, ought to have their years so glutted with freedom that they hate the very idea of freedom.

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

In Your Garden Again (1953)

A man and his tools make a man and his trade.

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep.

The Land (1926)

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.

Twelve Days (1928)

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