I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share.

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

it is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background.

what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting.

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due?

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

Change takes time. But, it also takes people.

During their lifetimes, every man and woman will stumble across a great opportunity. Sadly, most of them will simply pick themselves up, dust themselves down and carry on as if nothing ever happened.

He who is unfit to serve his fellow citizens wants to rule them.

The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.

Arkansas is a curious and interesting community ... it is probably the most untouched and unawakened of all American states.

Faith without thankfulness lacks strength and fortitude.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.

I am proud of my black roots and of the black blood that runs in my veins.

Screaming, it's not me. I tried it before! Action is more my thing. Not talking. It's hard for me to have word fights, fighting with words. I'd rather just listen.