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.

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.

There's no beginning to the farmer's year, / Only recurrent patterns on a scroll / Unwinding...

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.

Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

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.