Working in the garden...gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.

Farmers are philosophical. They have learned that it is less wearing to shrug than to beat their breasts.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.

...it is our good fortune that the exigencies of birth and training furnish all of us with the opportunities for snobbery.

There was this big puff, this big ball of smoke, with the two trailing boosters. But because we didn't know what we were looking at, we didn't realize that big ball was the explosion . . . We were all just watching what we thought was a phase of a launch.

And at the same time, what we really had to try and do was set aside our own grief to take care of those kids.