Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

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

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.

This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.

Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.

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