Life is bristling with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to cultivate one’s garden.[La vie est hérissée de ces épines, et je n’y sais d’autre remède que de cultiver son jardin.]
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
Gardens are not made by singing: – “Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade.
