You don't know the plant until you've killed it. Then you've learned something.

Be pleased with your real garden, don't persue the perfection of a picture. What you see in a photo lasted only as long as the shutter snap.

If you cut a shrub back because it's just too big, and it dies, you haven't lost anything but a plant that couldn't live by your rules.

We blame Walt Disney for goldenrod's undeserved bad name. Despite Sneezy's pronouncement, plants such as goldenrod with heavy, insect-carried pollen rarely cause allergic reaction.

Don't design your back yard from the outside looking in. Design from your window looking out.

There's no "right way" to garden, only what suits each person and place.

Happiness comes from growing what thrives, not merely survives.

If a bush is too big, don't ask "should I?" Go ahead and cut it. If it lives, great. If it dies, replace it with something better suited!

Gardeners in regions with very long summer days have a great opportunity, and should use more of the cool colors that literally glow in the low light of morning and evening.

If someone says "You're not doing that right," hand him the shovel, sit and watch. That's the right way to garden.

You can put a gardener behind the wheel, but you can't keep her eyes off the landscape.

Refugees come to us seeking asylum, seeking freedom, justice and dignity - seeking a chance just to breathe. And people in our country are saying close the doors and don't let them in?

Pick the day. Enjoy it– to the hilt.

In the mental calmness of a spiritual life, I have found that the answers to the whys in our lives are able to come to you. In my music I find the same thing.

There are more inspirational people in music than there are in politics.

I like having the two sports in my life. It is nice to have a change. They are both intense sports, but the balance I have is working for me at the moment and I find they compliment one another.

Virtue, vain word, futile shadow, slave of chance! Alas! I believe in thee!

Why did you say you believed me ?" In profile, he could see both the young woman she was becoming and the little girl he remembered. "Because I trust you.

She would go to Memphis and this was after our divorce. And I would send her to Memphis to be with him.

She had a passion for secrecy, but she herself was merely a Sphinx without a secret.

Think of all the girls who could become top athletes but quit sports because they're afraid of having too many defined muscles and being made fun of or called unattractive.