Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

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.

It does not matter when you begin and end the journey. What matters is your willpower to begin and ability to complete the sacred journey.

TV is the place that writers want to be.

To awaken within the dream is our purpose now. When we are awake within the dream, the ego-created earth-drama comes to an end and a more benign and wonderous dream arises.

Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.

I am at the Continental Divide with the astral beings. They're most beautiful. They're most luminous. They have many shapes and sometimes their shape changes constantly, All kinds of colors.

Perhaps freedom from ideas of freedom - is the sweetest freedom of all.

We went to the moon and discovered Earth.

It's probably not going to lead to anything. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try. If everyone who thought they might fail didn't even try, where would we be today?

He attacked us. What was I supposed to do? Invite him to dinner? (Sin)

If the defender is forced to give up the center, then every possible attack follows almost of itself.