
“Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him!”
382
Daybreak — Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality (1881)
"The Art of Fiction" - interview by Robert Faggen, The Paris Review No. 130 (Spring 1994) <!-- p. 92 -->
Context: I'm for mystery, not interpretive answers. … The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.
“Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him!”
382
Daybreak — Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality (1881)
“Perennial: Any plant which, had it lived, would have bloomed year after year.”
Gardening: A Gardener's Dictionary http://books.google.com/books?id=lXEICs1TcWMC&q=%22Perennial+Any+plant+which+had+it+lived+would+have+bloomed+year+after+year%22&pg=PA65#v=onepage (1982)
Poem Song for Dov Shamir in: Dannie Abse (1963), Dannie Abse, p. 8
An Afternoon with Mark Pesce: The Uncut Version http://hyperreal.org/~mpesce/interview.html
“Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.”
"Address in Berkeley at the University of California (109)" (23 March 1962) http://www.jfklibrary.org/Research/Research-Aids/Ready-Reference/JFK-Quotations.aspx
1963
Attributed to Cosimo de' Medici in: Jean Lucas-Dubreton (1961). Daily Life in Florence in the Time of the Medici. p. 58
Card II : The High Priestess
The Symbolism of the Tarot (1913)
Context: Then the woman turned her face to me and looked into my eyes without speaking. And through me passed a thrill, mysterious and penetrating like a golden wave; tones vibrated in my brain, a flame was in my heart, and I understood that she spoke to me, saying without words:
"This is the Hall of Wisdom. No one can reveal it, no one can hide it. Like a flower it must grow and bloom in thy soul. If thou wouldst plant the seed of this flower in thy soul — learn to discern the real from the false. Listen only to the Voice that is soundless... Look only on that which is invisible, and remember that in thee thyself, is the Temple and the gate to it, and the mystery, and the initiation."