If we cannot meet our everyday surroundings with equanimity and pleasure and grow each day in some useful direction then ... life is on the road toward misfortune misery and destruction.

Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.

If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed.

Less than fifteen per cent of the people do any original thinking on any subject. The greatest torture in the world for most people is to think.

The greatest happiness in the world is to make others happy.

If you violate Nature's laws you are your own prosecuting attorney, judge, jury, and hangman.

I see humanity now as one vast plant, needing for its highest fulfillment only love, the natural blessings of the great outdoors, and intelligent crossing and selection.

Let us read the Bible without the ill-fitting colored spectacles of theology, just as we read other books, using our judgment and reason. . . .

Heredity is nothing but stored environment.

We must return to nature and nature's god.

A flower is an educated weed.

We need to maintain an awareness of our awareness, of what we are paying attention to, in order to discriminate between higher and lower forms of love.

I always say you can never be extravagant with beauty. Beauty is God made real. Beauty is life.

I should tie myself to no particular system of society other than of socialism.

I really want my career to be as an actor-writer-director-producer, you know? I don't know what will be stronger than the other.

To me the drawn language is a very revealing language: one can see in a few lines whether a man is really an architect.

You can't be too right too soon and win elections.

Ardiles strokes the ball like it was a part of his anatomy.

People look at me and they dont see what they think is a typical Aboriginal.

What the whole community comes to believe in grasps the individual as in a vise.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.