It is always one of the tragedies of any relationship, even between people sensitive to each other's moods, that the moments of emotion so rarely coincide.

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.

... garden books are quite unconscious that besides telling us how to turn our patch of earth into a garden, they are also expressing the way their age looks at the world, the state of their society.

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

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

the urgent crowds out the essential.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.