Pastoral Resources

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

I love being in my garden. I don't plant a lot of exotic flora, but I do spend a lot of time outside doing manual labour.

I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers... I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

I write about five thousand words a day, when working on a book, about three thousand a day if I'm writing a short story. I take long periods off between projects, when I read a lot, garden, and think about the next book or stories.

No one will understand a Japanese garden until you've walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there's no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.

Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.

The weeds keep multiplying in our garden, which is our mind ruled by fear. Rip them out and call them by name.

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.

But if each man could have his own house, a large garden to cultivate and healthy surroundings - then, I thought, there will be for them a better opportunity of a happy family life.

I've found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it's all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one - only me... Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs.

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

Europe cannot confine itself to the cultivation of its own garden.

The Greatest Generation got to save old tires, dig a Victory Garden and forgo sugar. The Richest Generation is being asked to shop.

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.