Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet.

I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!

Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.

There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

Like the musician, the painter, the poet and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made.

It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

This very act of planting a seed in the earth has in it to me something beautiful. I always do it with a joy that is largely mixed with awe.

When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.

One golden day redeems a weary year

Never ever continue to complain of lack of time all the time for no one is in possession of all the time.

The first step to success in any business is to ask your customers what they want.

I believe in the Biblical documents supporting Jesus. But I have no illusions about them. I think they contain many flaws, scribal errors, and so forth and they are only partial or fragmentary.

Clowns drink to blot out the ravages of terrifying children for a living.

A middle class is so important to a society that its value cannot be overestimated.

Go to the cross of Christ, all you that want to be delivered from the power of selfishness.

I know there is much mystery, much question to what happened, and I must also say, many lies.

I always say, decisions I make, I live with them. There's always ways you can correct them or ways you can do them better. At the end of the day, I live with them.

Human nature is eternal; therefore one who follows his nature keeps his original nature, in the end.

It is always the minorities that hold the key of progess; it is always through those who are unafraid to be different that advance comes to human society.