Americans admire a people who can scratch a desert and produce a garden. The Israelis have shown qualities that Americans identify with: guts, patriotism, idealism, a passion for freedom. I have seen it. I know. I believe that.
I walk my dogs. I garden a little. I play a bit of tennis. Basically when I have spare time I'm making music.
So I have cultivated the vast garden of human experience which is history, without troubling myself overmuch about laws, essential first causes, or how it is all coming out.
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.
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.
I like to go for a walk or swimming or in the garden when I can. It's a busy kind of life, but I guess I'm lucky.
I did a salad, but I didn't do a 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 country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires.
Gardeners instinctively know that flowers and plants are a continuum and that the wheel of garden history will always be coming full circle.
One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one's horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning?
There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
We are in a position of financial and social power, and we could be agents of change in our society. Without pretension, I believe we could be a nice little gardener who takes care of the garden, and hopefully our neighbor will do the same. Then, maybe we'll achieve a better world.
One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.