Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the storms you battled through beneath a heavy load - but not the light that led you safely down the unknown road.

I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off my feet by a new love, a passionate, tyrannical, all-absorbing emotion: the love of a garden.

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

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

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

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.

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.