Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

Life is a process of discovery, of new perceptions.

If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

Happiness is a thing of now.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.