I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.

Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.

There is peace in the garden. Peace and results.

Why do people who like to get up early look with disdain on those who like to lie in bed late? And why do people who like to work feel superior to those who prefer to dream?

When we contemplate buying something, we usually ask the price of it, then decide whether or not it is worth that much to us. But when we expend time and energy, we often just go ahead and pay.

the bliss that comes from ignorance should seldom be encouraged for it is likely to do one out of a more satisfying bliss.

It’s a fair-sized job to write a book that people can be bothered just to read; when they begin to steal copies, you are really getting some place.

The central paradox and challenge of marriage is that we have to make family out of someone we're not related to.

Full mind is the mind of stupid man

On the journey to self discovery be grateful for the fools along the way. Their lack of kindness fueled your success ~bns

As soon as you see the need to change your partner to save the relationship, it is then time to end it.

Everything that happens in our life expands us and makes us more than we were before, including our ability to be happy and joyful.

Don't worry about what other people are doing. Worry about what you're doing.

I think it is important to pass on the message to young people who are going through a difficult time with friends that it will pass.

If readers must puzzle over unfamiliar or ambiguous words, you are making them work harder than they need to.

You don't need to be right all the time. Your child wants a man for a father, not a formula. He wants real parents, real people, capable of making mistakes without moping about it.

Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.

The puritan through life's sweet garden goes to pluck the thorn and cast away the rose.