If you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.

happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

I have reached the stage now where luxury is not in fine possessions but in carefree possessions, and the greatest luxury of all would be the completely expendable.

A garden is one of the few expressions of man's nature that is altogether benign.

Enthusiasm is a plant which grows variously in the varying soils of different natures.

leisure is an attitude of mind, not simply remission of work.