A Garden Is Half Made When It

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.

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.

A Person Cannot Love A Plant After He Has Pruned It, Then He Has Either Done A Poor Job Or Is Devoid Of Emotion.

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.

Science May Eventually Explain The World Of How. The Ultimate World Of Why May Remain For Contemplation, Philosophy, Religion.