Of course I should love to throw a toothbrush into a bag, and just go, quite vaguely, without any plans or even a real destination. It is the Wanderlust.

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone; when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes himself to the exactions of others; he will feel that time spent in company is time lost; he will be conscious only of his impatience to get back to his true life.

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.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

[On writing:] The most egotistic of occupations, and the most gratifying while it lasts.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.