A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of my favourite occupation.

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other than one's own.

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.

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves.

Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.