How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?

I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

The shy and the extroverted have this in common — that they both fancy they are the center of attention.

I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.