We so love all new and unusual things that we even derive a secret pleasure from the saddest and most tragic events, both because of their novelty and because of the natural malignity that exists within us. We are perverse creatures and never satisfied. Many of the Documents Include Recommended Readings and Internet Links. Michael Pollan A garden was the primitive prison, till man, with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it. Blaise Pascal Moderation is a fatal thing.
Nothing succeeds like excess.
Oscar Wilde A garden is quite comfortable with immorality and evil. Gardeners at War with Mother Nature. Even the Devil wants a grand landscape garden near his comfortable castle. Goodness casts a dark shadow. I once read about the dangers of gardening, so I quit reading for two weeks.