The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never see the fruit. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know. — Pocahontas Copy Share Image
It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small. — Mikaela Shiffrin Copy Share Image
You don't plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor's shovel. — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
Seeds, there are seeds enough which need only be stirred in with the soil where they lie, by an inspired voice or… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
On the bare upland pasture there had spread O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalksa wheel of thread And straining cables wet withsilver dew. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It's quite amazing what 3D is doing to movies. Just simple things like a paper plane flying at you or flower petals… — Kou Shibasaki Copy Share Image
Quick as a hummingbird...she darts so eagerly, swiftly, sweetly dipping into the flowers of my heart. — James Oppenheim Copy Share Image
I like the way that the history of the tree shapes the tree. There's no distinction between the tree and its history.… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I would rather have one rose and a kind word from a friend while I am here than a whole truckload while… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If I wasn't going to be a surgeon, I wanted to be a farmer or grow oranges or something like that. I… — Magdi Yacoub Copy Share Image
“The men of experiment are like the ant, they only collect and use; the reasoners resemble spiders, who make cobwebs out of… — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being -- because ideological orientation… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
A tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself. By sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain… — Ming-Dao Deng Copy Share Image
“The Swan Oh, a swan! Blooming in grace and power. Were you thrown out of the forest of reeds by Pan To… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
There is a wonderful place where flowers grow in colors beyond the words of poets... trees sing with the songs of butterflies.… — Laurel Burch Copy Share Image
The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
