When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.

Every decade needs its own manual of handicraft.

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.

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

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

Would he ever have the strength to stop looking?

Yes, there was an element of abstraction and unreality in misfortune. But when an abstraction starts to kill you, you have to get to work on it.

I always saw myself as more of a watcher, although I suppose my siblings might have a different viewpoint on it.

Even if smog were a risk to human life, we must remember that life in nature, without technology, is wholesale death.

... my daughter McKenna thought I sang with the Everly Brothers ... I said, 'no I was one of the Righteous Brothers' and she said 'didn't they invent the airplane?'

I think that all of us are 5-year-olds and we don't want to be embarrassed in the schoolyard.

...when everything else fails, we communicate in the language of the stars

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

My favorite lie was the online rumor that Bruce Willis was my uncle. That's hilarious.

I think it is important to help our country's image outside of Spain.