All Gardeners Live In Beautiful Places Because

All Are Born To Observe Order, But Few Are Born To Establish It.

Men Have Torn Up The Roads Which Led To Heaven, And Which All The World Followed; Now We Have To Make Our Own Ladders.

Liquid, Flowing Words Are The Choicest And The Best, If Language Is Regarded As Music. But When It Is Considered As A Picture, Then There Are Rough Words Which Are Very Telling, They Make Their Mark.

I Resemble The Poplar,--that Tree Which, Even When Old, Still Looks Young.

Happy Is The Man Who Can Do Only One Thing; In Doing It, He Fulfills His Destiny.