Quote by Leo Buscaglia
To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a

To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden. – Leo Buscaglia

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Love always creates, it never destroys. In this lies mans only promise. – Leo Buscaglia

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If we wish to free ourselves from enslavement, we must choose freedom and the responsibility this entails. – Leo Buscaglia

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History, like a vast river, propels logs, vegetation, rafts, and debris; it is full of live and dead things, some destined for resurrection; it mingles many waters and holds in solution invisible substances stolen from distant soils. – Jacques Barzun, Clio and the Doctors

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I doe hold it, in the Royall ordering of Gardens, there ought to be Gardens, for all the Moneths in the Yeare: In which, severally Things of Beautie, may in then in Season. – Francis Bacon

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In order to live off a garden, you practically have to live in it. – Frank McKinney Hubbard

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No two gardens are the same. No two days are the same in one garden. – Hugh Johnson

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Planning to play: thats what saving for retirement is today – and it is antithetical to the nature of play, fully within the definition of work, and blissfully ignorant of the reality of death. – John Thorn

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Responsibility and respect of others and their religious beliefs are also part of freedom. – Horst Koehler

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The feel and beauty of finely crafted wood – the refreshing smell of your workshop – the absorbing joy of cutting and joining that makes the hours race by – These are the reasons you love woodworking. – Jack Neff, Make Your Woodworking Pay for Itself, 1996

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Perhaps life is just that… a dream and a fear. – Joseph Conrad

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