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.

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.

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.

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?

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 journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.

When you get in debt you become a slave.

I want it all. I want the Pepsi endorsement. I want the arena shows. I want Times Square!

Men ought to become more conscious of their bodies as objects of delight.

The Republicans' response to Obama confused a lot of people. I really think there's been a measure of clarity at the end, with Trump's election, that was not present during the Obama presidency.

I turned to the Partition experiences, which were churning in my mind. Then came my first novel Train to Pakistan.

As you grow older, you learn to understand life a little better.

I don’t remember most of the injuries, there have been too many.

Writing, in its physical, graphic form, is an inseparable suturing of the visual and the verbal, the “imagetext” incarnate

You don't have to be poor to need something or somebody.