I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.

Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

I am all for the short and merry life.

I come like Water, and like Wind I go.

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, the Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

I want to thank all the fans for their support over the years. Keep supporting the Knicks, we're moving in the right direction here and we will be exciting to watch and competing against the best in the NBA. Come back to the Garden for those exciting games.

Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing.

Americans admire a people who can scratch a desert and produce a garden. The Israelis have shown qualities that Americans identify with: guts, patriotism, idealism, a passion for freedom. I have seen it. I know. I believe that.

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.

If there is to be any hope of prosperity for this country it is by reversing that policy which made us simply the kitchen garden for supplying the British with cheap food.

There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies?

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, 'Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it.'

A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones.

Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

To dwell is to garden.

The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.

Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other times would have had no difficulty with it.

Mostly, I spend my time being a mother to my two children, working in my organic garden, raising masses of sweet peas, being passionately involved in conservation, recycling and solar energy.

We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

I think of marriage as a garden. You have to tend to it. Respect it, take care of it, feed it. Make sure everyone is getting the right amount of, um, sunlight.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden.

A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant - rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance - but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.

The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.

Garden as though you will live forever.

Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

My music is homegrown from the garden of New Orleans. Music is everything to me short of breathing. Music also has a role to lift you up - not to be escapist but to take you out of misery.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.