In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.

Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are."

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

But I didn't mind. I loved that everything was cataloged and ready to go and that I was technically now living and sleeping in a library.

There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.

We are here for a reason. We all have a gift or gifts to share.

A large number of people to begin crawling through those tunnels and caves looking for the bad folks.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

It's more than just selling pizzas. It's being a good fit for the community. We hire based on the betterment of the community as much as anything.

I'm here to tell you that the path to peace is right there, when you want to get away.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.