If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect as garden-hopes.