A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

My Heart Soars.

You are never really playing an opponent. You are playing yourself.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination.

“The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure criticism without resentment.”

The truth which has made us free will in the end make us glad also.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality