God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures.
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is to a landscape artist not only a plant - rare unusual ordinary or doomed to disappearance - but it is also a color a shape a volume or an arabesque in itself.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose and the eyes will take care of themselves.
Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.
A single rose can be my garden a single friend my world.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
The weeds keep multiplying in our garden which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.
A kitten is in the animal world what a rosebud is in the garden.
If you have a garden and a library you have everything you need.
I live alone with cats books pictures fresh vegetables to cook the garden the hens to feed.
High expectations weren't nurtured in my neck of nowhere back then - children weren't fawned over from an early age as 'gifted' and groomed for a prizewinning future; self-esteem was considered something you had to pick from the garden yourself.