Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things?

Let us be honest: most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked around the house with a saintly expression.

Marriage is a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.

I had never 'taken a cutting' before ... Do you realize that the whole thing is miraculous? It is exactly as though you were to cut off your wife's leg, stick it in the lawn, and be greeted on the following day by an entirely new woman, sprung from the leg, advancing across the lawn to meet you.

It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.

We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace.

The Oldfields of the future are beyond hearing; they are shut up in the factories and the workshops, leading a rackety and mechanical existence, to the damage of their bodies and the peril of their souls, for the sake of an extra pound or so a week, which they promptly spend on mental or physical narcotics.