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

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

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

Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this. It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old room which you had shut up during the winter. Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightful it can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance.

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

Well, I love geraniums, and anybody who does not love geraniums must obviously be a depraved and loathsome person.

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