The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.

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.

That was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love that does not exist. but darling, You are the only exception

On the night of New Year’s Day, I thought of a wonderful New Year’s resolution for the men who run the world: get to know the people who only live in it.

No matter whether the Constitution follows the flag or not the Supreme Court follows the election returns.

You're the prettiest when you're happy. Don't use all your energy being sad.

I just can't eat without my sunglasses.

My art will reflect not necessarily conscious politics but the unanalysed politics of my life.

Love Gratefully. This love expands your heart into a greater vessel which can hold yet more love.

Every hour you sit at work increases your mortality 11 percent. Think about that.

Let go of the place that holds, let go of the place that controls, let go of the place that fears. Just let the ground support me.

Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.