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

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.

To dig one's own spade into one's own earth! Has life anything better to offer than this?

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

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

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

A garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire.