Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged!

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even.

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged!

the various earth odors all have a separate tale to tell, and the leaf mold of the woods bears a wholly different fragrance from that of the soil under pasture turf, or the breath that the garden gives off in great sighs of relief when it is relaxed and refreshed by a summer shower.

in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.