A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.