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

How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

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

The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to doing something better than they have ever done before.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.