Summer weather, like being in love,is a philosopher's stone which turns our ordinary days to gold. But not the whole day ... For it is never the whole day, never all our life which is transformed in any happiness, but only the exquisite moments.
The sorrows of children are profound and unsuspected.
We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.
A garden is one of the few expressions of man's nature that is altogether benign.
If you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.
A collection of plants is not a landscape, any more than a list of choice words is a poem. The merit is in the design, not the material it is expressed in, and the best designs, like the best poems, make ordinary material significant by its arrangement.