Science may eventually explain the world of How. The ultimate world of Why may remain for contemplation, philosophy, religion.

Every decade needs its own manual of handicraft.

When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.

The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.

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.

The true purpose of education is to teach a man to carry himself triumphant to the sunset.

Give the children an opportunity to make garden. Let them grow what they will. It matters less that they grow good plants than that they try for themselves.

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.

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.

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

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.

There is no branch of mathematics, however abstract, which may not some day be applied to phenomena of the real world.

The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.

The more I learn of physics, the more I am drawn to metaphysics.

Its about continuing to learn and being open-minded, don't ever think you know it all.

A person with increasing knowledge and sensory education may derive infinite enjoyment from wine.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

Conduct your triumph as a funeral.

Die to self: die to criticism, die to praise.