Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

Tears are summer showers to the soul.

Have you never, when waves were breaking, watched children at sport on the beach, With their little feet tempting the foam-fringe, till with stronger and further reach Than they dreamed of, a billow comes bursting, how they turn and scamper and screech!

There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

There is no gardening without humility

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here.