My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.

Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are."

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

Love water, protect it:

Life starts from a white hole and ends in a black hole.

I think that economic patriotism is the very foundation of a European vision.

I think that life is about growth. You continue to grow and progress, hopefully.

" ... What if?" Through the alchemy of those two words, something new comes into the world.

I certainly realize that not only do I like the horror genre, but I'm getting really good at it and I'm having a good time making them.

What makes people angry and we are on the side of hard-working people who want to get on in life and they see how government is wasting their money.

A man can do his best only by confidently seeking (and perpetually missing) an unattainable perfection.

History is all explained by geography.

I love melodies so it's usually where I start.