Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.

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.

Planning your day before it begins, and adjusting your plan through the day, is one of the most important daily habits.

We are only underlings of fate if we choose to let the wills of others shape our lives." -Thomas Richards

I'm slowly working up the courage to sing in front of other people, but I can carry a tune. I do some mean karaoke.

I started feeling this little lump in my throat, like you would feel if you have swollen glands or something like that, like you'd feel if you have a cold, so I didn't really think it was anything.

I tried to be a ski bum when I stepped away from Twitter, and I wasn't a very good skier.

We need a lot of thinking and ideas. We need all the innovators, particularly with the new sustainable technologies - how do we get them to affordability so that people can generate clean energy?

Just beneath the surface of all experiences in life is God's, or the Guru's, compassionate face.

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

Self-criticism, cruel, unsparing criticism that goes to the very root of the evil, is life and breath for the proletarian movement.

What is a man? What is a woman? Why are men and women attracted to each other? Why do they desire each other? Love...what is it?