Many a man curses the rain that falls upon his head, and knows not that it brings abundance to drive away the hunger.
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations – each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.
It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.