As any psychologist will tell you, the worst thing you can possibly do to a woman is to deprive her of a grievance.

Marriage is a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.

We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace.

Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk.

To dig one's own spade into one's own earth! Has life anything better to offer than this?

Let us be honest: most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked around the house with a saintly expression.

A garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire.

To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat.

Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things?

A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all.

Well, I love geraniums, and anybody who does not love geraniums must obviously be a depraved and loathsome person.

I repeat one of my mantras. 'This is not happening. This is not real. This did not happen to you. That was someone else.

It is better to look up.

My face is distinct. It's hard to confuse me with anyone else.

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.

Whoever no longer finds greatness in God no longer finds it anywhere--he must either deny it or create it.

When people say “clean as a whistle”, they forget that a whistle is full of spit.

My team and I live by 3 words: RELATE. LOVE. INSPIRE

in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

Foppery is never cured; it is the bad stamina of the mind, which, like those of the body, are never rectified; once a coxcomb always a coxcomb.

Say nothing but good of the dead.