There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!

Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet.

Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.

Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

This very act of planting a seed in the earth has in it to me something beautiful. I always do it with a joy that is largely mixed with awe.

When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.

One golden day redeems a weary year

where does it derive its strength? is it the blood soaked soil? or the fear stained heart?

And yet, protest it if we will, Some corner of the mind retainsThe medieval man, who stillKeeps watch upon those starry skeinsAnd drives us out of doors at nightTo gaze at anagrams of light.

It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

We all have family dysfunction. It's why we're successful, to fill that hole.

I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork.

Play doesn't have to be the opposite of work.

I snack on fruit and nuts. In the middle of my long workouts, I'll have a protein shake.

Distance running to a professional athlete in my day was five laps around the field. And you stopped each lap to take your pulse.

I want to encourage people to not think in terms of gifts, but think in terms of, wow. You work hard to succeed at that, because that's exactly what I do.

A record, if it is to be useful to science, must be continuously extended, it must be stored, and above all it must be consulted.