No verse which is unmusical or obscure can be regarded as poetry whatever other qualities it may possess.

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.

A smile, like the poet's muse, Inspires passion in the lover's heart

Visiting Saturn sounds like a lot of fun but you will die!

For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.

I grew up in the United States.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

We women in Somalia are trying to be leaders in our community.

Most salespeople are half prepared. They know everything about their company and their product. They know nothing about their prospect.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*.