I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future.

Lilacs are May in essence.

November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.

June is the gateway to summer.

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.

January is the month for dreaming.

Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.

In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.

When you plant early, you bring spring early.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

Life, the permission to know death.

I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek, Until made glad.

Mark my word - A combination airplane and motor car is coming.

Life isn't a dress rehearsal

I love people and want to be good to people. If I'm in restaurant and somebody doesn't treat a waitress right, I literally will leave. I will unfriend you. You are not my friend anymore.

I don't think that my twenties were any more dramatic than those of most people I know. I was never that bad and I never became that good.

I believe if you’re going to bomb someone you should know them first. It should hurt when you kill someone.

The storms of life can be used for good in our lives if we let them drive our spirits higher and closer to God.

We have wandered into a state of prolonged neurosis because of the absence of a direct pipeline to the unconscious and we have then fallen victim to priestcraft of every conceivable sort.