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
We are no longer puppets being manipulated by outside powerful forces: we become the powerful force ourselves. – Leo Buscaglia
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself. – Leo Buscaglia
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world. – Leo Buscaglia
I think the true gardener is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master. I think the true gardener, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit. – Reginald Farrer, In a Yorkshire Garden, 1909