The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.
Understanding, above all, is a gift we should never offer uninvited.
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.
A garden is one of the few expressions of man's nature that is altogether benign.
We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.