“ In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door to open, except yourself. Jiddu Krishnamurti Writer
“ There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poet
“ If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather. Algernon Charles Swinburne Poet
“ In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would, especially hibiscus and mandavilla. Diane Ackerman Author