I'm tired, it's raining, and I am not a waterlily.

My pre-occupation is with the relationship between objects, whether I am dealing with woods, fields or water, rocks or trees, shrubs and plants, or groups of plants.

A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise.

Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.

A discerning eye needs only a hint, and understatement leaves the imagination free to build its own elaborations.

You'll never have a garden - a garden needs walls and you have no walls.

'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart. A good garden cannot be made by somebody who has not developed the capacity to know and love growing things.