New words are always being born and old ones fading away.

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

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.

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.

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?

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