My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

originality and a feeling of one's own dignity are achieved only through work and struggle.

Our highest contribution is making this world peaceful and happy. That comes when we can radiate peace and harmony from every cell, gene and DNA of our body.

Is there plenty of celebration in your life? How about your spiritual life? Is it an exercise in following rules and practices? Or does it look more like a joyous celebration?

True satisfaction comes when the pursuit of purpose in the kingdom of God comes first

In the deregulated realm of US banking and finance, crime does occasionally pay for its foul deeds, not in prison time but by making modest rebates to the victims.

Allah is not Jehovah either. Jehovah's not going to turn you into a terrorist that'll try to bomb people and take the lives of thousands and thousands of people.

Since China has a population of 1.1 billion, it won't feel lonely even if it becomes the only socialist country.

I’m going to check the world’s best source for spawning new urban legends, the Internet. What, you thought I couldn’t even type? The Web is just another threshold between one world and another.

You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty.

Having lived long enough to go at least once or twice around the block, I'm noticing that the strangeness is not receding The strangeness seems to be accelerating.