Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. – Rudyard Kipling

Gardens are not made by singing Oh, how beautiful, and sitting in the shade. – Rudyard Kipling
He wrapped himself in quotations—as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors. – Rudyard Kipling
There was an old man of Quebec,
Who was buried in snow to his neck.
When asked, – Rudyard Kipling
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear: A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East. – Rudyard Kipling
My passion for gardening may strike some as selfish, or merely an act of resignation in the face of overwhelming problems that beset the world. It is neither. I have found that each garden is just what Voltaire proposed in Candide: a microcosm of a just and beautiful society. – Andrew Weil