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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.
Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.
Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.
He plants trees to benefit another generation.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
Man lives in a world of meaning.
Man is a creative retrospection of nature upon itself.
The cultivation of trees is the cultivation of the good, the beautiful, and the ennobling in man, and for one, I wish to see it become universal.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.