Everyone wants instant everything, and they want instant success, but I always think you should treat things in the arts like a garden, and let them grow.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

My passion for gardening may strike some as selfish, or merely an act of resignation in the face of overwhelming problems that beset the world. It is neither. I have found that each garden is just what Voltaire proposed in Candide: a microcosm of a just and beautiful society.

Gardening is not a rational act.

The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.

The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

To dwell is to garden.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust.

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

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.

My extravagance is my garden - it's the first thing I look at every morning when I wake up. It gives me so much pleasure.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

I've always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.

Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.