A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.

I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience for novelty or for nostalgia but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.

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.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

He plants trees to benefit another generation.

I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.