Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.

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.

Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.

Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are."

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

Everything we do means something.

Silence and reserve will give anyone a reputation for wisdom.

I was considered chubby as a teen.

If peace cannot be maintained with honour, it is no longer peace.

Every actual State is corrupt. Good men must not obey laws too well.

In a world in which everything is subject to the passing of time, art alone is both subject to time and yet victorious over it.

People shouldn't be embarrassed just because they get caught acting a little silly.

The modern state no longer has anything but rights; it does not recognize duties any more.

In the future, 3hree voices will be followed by 4our and 5ive voices.

I should have the courage of my lack of convictions.