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

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.

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

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

September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber.

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.