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

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.

One's happiness depends less on what he knows than on what he feels.

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

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

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.

One does not begin to make a garden until he wants a garden. To want a garden is to be interested in plants, in the winds and rains, in birds and insects, in the warm-smelling earth.