Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect as garden-hopes.

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

....the ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the methods and tools that science is changing.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.

The greatest asset you could own, is an open heart.

Perfection is not just about control. It's also about letting go. Surprise yourself so you can surprise the audience. Transcendence! Very few have it in them.

No - the stars are close and dear and I have joined the brotherhood of the worlds. And everything's holy - everything, even me.

Search and see if there is not some place where you may invest your humanity.

I'm someone who doesn't have anything to lose.

You noticed from last night, we only did two from the 80s. And our set's two hours long.

I am positively against all this crap which is carried on first in the name of this thing, then in the name of that. I believe only in what is active, immediate, and personal.

It is through geometry that one purifies the eye of the soul.

No cloud can overshadow a true Christian but his faith will discern a rainbow in it.

They stared out their window at night enough to know where the darkest shadows lay, and it was to the darkest shadows they kept.