I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

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

Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn't take it out of my garden.

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.

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

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.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.