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.

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.

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.

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

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.

When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.