There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

I've managed to stay alive out here in the Ruin because I'm a realist. I allow the truth to be the truth, no matter how much I might want it to be something else.

If you love everyone, how will you ever find an enemy?

It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living, by its purely physical effect on the human temperament, would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.

Some things are beyond human understanding.

From all the afflictions, Your glory shall spring. And the deeper the sorrow, the louder you'll sing.

If I interview people, I would get to know many lives and experiences that I haven't been through myself.

Infinite Mind will put ideas into your mind, words into your mouth, creativity into your hands, boundless opportunity before you, and guiding light on your way.

We have no eternal allies, and we have not perpetual enemies. Our interests are eternal and perpetual, and those interests it is our duty to follow.

Nobody really knows, do they? They told Stephen Hawking he only had a year left to live and how many years ago was that? You can't know it all.

Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.