Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

I like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything anywhere so long as it looks right where it is? That is, surely, the art of gardening.

Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.

I suppose the pleasure of the country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live. That is a truism when said, but anything but a truism when daily observed. Nothing shows up the difference between the thing said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.