How lucky we are to have such a treasure of memories.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

The environment is where we all meet; where all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.

Encourage & support your kids because "Children are apt to live up to what you believe of them.

Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.

My heart found its home long ago in the beauty, mystery, order and disorder of the flowering earth. I wanted future generations to be able to savor what I had all my life.

The way you overcome shyness is to become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid.

A little stress and adventure is good for you, if nothing else, just to prove you are alive.

Flowers in the city are like lipstick on a woman-it just makes you look better to have a little color.

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.

Every living person and thing responds to beauty. We all thirst for it. We receive strength and renewal by seeing stirring and satisfying sites.

In a world full of cruelty and hatred, be loving and kind so that you may transform the perception of life.

The Glass has Shattered but the Cross Remains

If the United States of America or Britain is having elections, they don't ask for observers from Africa or from Asia. But when we have elections, they want observers.

I read a book called The Art of Loving. A lot of things seemed clear while I was reading it but afterwards I went back to being more or less the same.

Small islands of coherence in a sea of chaos can shift the whole system to a higher order.

God whispers in our pleasures, but shouts in our pain.

My parents came to the United States in the early years of this century as part of a wave of Russian Jewish immigrants seeking freedom and opportunity in the New World.

My writing process is ritualized and monotonous, but there's no other way to get the job done. All other fiction writers I've met say the same thing.

True preaching is the sweating of blood.

My happiness is tied to how I feel about myself.