While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.

Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect as garden-hopes.

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

....the ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the methods and tools that science is changing.

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.

Your anger and fury at ungodliness and injustice around you is a license given to you to fulfill a purpose.

My soul hunger for the living bread.

I remember as a child, my mother loved Dean Martin. Every Christmas, about the only Christmas album that we were able to listen to was the Dean Martin Christmas album.

I have a responsibility to banks, to shareholders.

My philosophy? Practice, practice, practice and win.

Choosing an agent is like picking a college. They give you a pitch, you hear what they've got to say, you hear what they're going to do for you. Ultimately it's a good gut reaction.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

My easiest judgment for a script is 'do I want to keep reading it?'

The numeric system was invented to help man to put order in the chaos of the world.

The physician cannot prescribe by letter, he must feel the pulse.