Home would not be home to me without a lawn, and if there are, as I've recently read, twenty-five million home lawns in the United States, at least fifty million other Americans must agree with me.

Fragrance, whether strong or delicate, is a highly subjective matter, and one gardener's perfume is another gardener's stink.

From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens - the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind's eye.

As I write, snow is falling outside my Maine window, and indoors all around me half a hundred garden catalogues are in bloom.

It's not doing what is right that's hard for a President. It's knowing what is right.

Loquacity, n. A disorder which renders the sufferer unable to curb his tongue when you wish to talk.

I loved life too much to lust for life.

I don't really know what I want, other than good sequences, whatever that means. What I find is always a matter of chance, judgment, and luck.

If you discover a word in my book that you don't understand, ask your parents so they can look it up in the dictionary for you.

I want to live in a world capital or the howling wilderness.

There is no color line in art.

When you don't know what to play, wait for an idea to come into your opponent's mind. You may be sure that idea will be wrong

It's that kind of in-born music thing - I could pick up the guitar and play something. It's not something I consciously do.