Live like a tree, giving, forgiving and free.

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.

If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.

For me, the spirit of Christmas means being happy and giving freely. It's a tradition for all the kids in the family to help mom decorate the tree. Christmas is all about family, eating, drinking and making merry.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

Until you dig a hole, you plant a tree, you water it and make it survive, you haven't done a thing. You are just talking.

The planting of trees is the least self-centered of all that we can do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children.

We complain and complain, but we have lived and seen the blossom -apple, pear, cherry, plum, almond blossom - in the sun; and the best among us cannot pretend they deserve - or could contrive - anything better.

I said to the almond tree, 'Friend, speak to me of God,' and the almond tree blossomed.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?

Any fine morning a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Trees are the earths endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

We recently had a referendum in New York about extending the forest preserve. The city voted for it by a large majority; yet as I walk the streets I do not see afforestation written with conviction on the harried faces of my fellow citizens.

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least; but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.

If I thought the world were to end tomorrow, I would still plant an apple tree today.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.