Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.

Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful things to happen.

As long as you have a garden you have a future and as long as you have a future you are alive.

Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow.

Two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way - or always to have it.

Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden-in all the places.

Nothing in the world is so strong as a kind heart.

Everything's a story - You are a story -I am a story.

And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.

If your expenditure brings you poverty, then you may call yourself a poor but the world will call you a fool.

There's nothing like a headless corpse to bring a touch of excitement into one's life.

Being tall is an advantage especially in business. People will always remember you. And if you're in a crowd you'll always have some clean air to breathe.

Landing the role of Stephen Hawking was the most positively surprising thing that has happened to me.

There needs to be debates, like we're going through. There needs to be townhall meetings. There needs to be travel. This is a huge country.

The one who anticipates the action wins. The one who does not, loses.

I remember playing the guitar through the amplifier facing out the window of my house onto the street in the summer time - that was social media in 1992.

I seem to attract and be attracted to very willful, fascinating people.

Never put anything on paper, my boy, and never trust a man with a small black moustache.

But the world turns, and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border, and sometime, perhaps, someone will decide to cross it, however well guarded its thorns may be.