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.
It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.
Not seeing is half-believing.
Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than dingily succeed.
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.
There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.
It isn’t that I don’t like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.
Tools have their own integrity...
It is no good my telling you. One never believes other people’s experiencem and one is only very gradually convinced by one’s own.
The Saluki is a marvel of elegance.
Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man’s life.
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.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.
There are no signposts in the sea.
Summer makes a silence after spring.
Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
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.
I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.
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.