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?

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.