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.

The true purpose of education is to teach a man to carry himself triumphant to the sunset.

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.

Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;

To-day the glint of green is there;

Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;

I know no thing so wondrous fair,

No miracle so strangely rare.

I wonder what will next be there!

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.

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

The department of home economics was organized to train a woman in efficiency and to develop her outlook to life. Such a department is a necessity as a means of developing a society. It stands for the evolution of women's work and place.

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.

Anyone who acquires more than the usual amount of knowledge concerning a subject is bound to leave it as his contribution to the knowledge of the world.

When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.

One must first seek to love plants and nature, and then to cultivate that happy peace of mind which is satisfied with little. He will be happier if he has no rigid and arbitrary ideals, for gardens are coquettish, particularly with the novice.

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

Every decade needs its own manual of handicraft.

The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.

I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere, they are visible yet everywhere occult.

Is there any progress in horticulture? If not, it is dead, uninspiring. We cannot live in the past good as it is; we must draw our inspiration from the future.

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

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.

One shapes and cares for the plant tenderly and thoughtfully, working out his ideals as he would in the training and guiding of a child.