much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.
Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.
If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.
New words are always being born and old ones fading away.
Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.
Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?