Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.

My life has been a continuous fulfillment of dreams. It appears that everything I saw and did has a new, and perhaps, more significant meaning, every time I see it. The earth is good. It is a privilege to live thereon.

A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.

Give the children an opportunity to make garden. Let them grow what they will. It matters less that they grow good plants than that they try for themselves.

Science may eventually explain the world of How. The ultimate world of Why may remain for contemplation, philosophy, religion.

The happiest life has the greatest number of points of contact with the world, and it has the deepest feeling and sympathy with everything that is.

There is no excellence without labor. One cannot dream oneself into either usefulness or happiness.