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  • A discerning eye needs only a hint, and understatement leaves the imagination free to build its own elaborations.

  • Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.

  • My pre-occupation is with the relationship between objects, whether I am dealing with woods, fields or water, rocks or trees, shrubs and plants, or groups of plants.

  • A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise.

  • Garden making, like gardening itself, concerns the relationship of the human being to his natural surroundings.

  • I'm tired, it's raining, and I am not a waterlily.

  • Limitations imply possibilities. A problem is a challenge.

  • To plant trees is to give body and life to one's dreams of a better world.

  • You'll never have a garden - a garden needs walls and you have no walls.

  • If you wish to make anything grow, you must understand it, and understand it in a very real sense. 'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart.

  • A handful of men working within the Zen sect of Buddhism created gardens in fifteenth-century Japan which were, and still are, far more than merely an aesthetic expression. And what is left of the earlier Mogul gardens in India suggests that their makers were acquainted with what lay behind the flowering of the Sufi movement in High Asia and so sought to add further dimensions to their garden scenes.

  • 'Green fingers' are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart. A good garden cannot be made by somebody who has not developed the capacity to know and love growing things.

  • There are few gardens that can be left alone. A few years of neglect and only the skeleton of a garden can be traced. . . . Japanese artists working with a few stones and sand four hundred years ago achieved strangely lasting compositions. However there, too, but for the hands that have piously raked the white sand into patterns and controlled the spread of moss and lichens, little would remain.

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