Tools Of Many Kinds And Well Chosen,

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.

When The Traveler Goes Alone He Gets Acquainted With Himself.

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.

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.