There Is No Excellence Without Labor. One

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.

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.

When The Traveler Goes Alone He Gets Acquainted With Himself.

A Garden Is Half Made When It Is Well Planned.