"My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossoms - will it return to my body when they scatter?"

"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush."

"All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind."

"How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?"

"In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia."

"This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow."

"Good heavens, of what uncostly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons."

"Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass."

"For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours."

"You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night."