The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for theground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.
—Charles Dudley Warner (1829–1900) American Essayist, Novelist
The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
—George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950) Irish Playwright
A garden must be looked into, and dressed as the body.
—George Herbert (1593–1633) Welsh Anglican Poet, Orator, Clergyman
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
—Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804–64) American Novelist, Short Story Writer
I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
—Joseph Addison (1672–1719) English Essayist, Poet, Playwright, Politician
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
—Alice Walker (b.1944) American Novelist, Activist
I have often thought that if heaven had given me choice of my position and calling, it should have been on a rich spot of earth, well watered, and near a good market for the productions of the garden. No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden. Such a variety of subjects, someone always coming to perfection, the failure of one thing repaired by the success of another, and instead of one harvest, a continued one thro’ the year. Under a total want of demand except for our family table. I am still devoted to the garden. But tho’ an old man, I am but a young gardener.
—Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826) American Head of State, Lawyer
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
—Douglas William Jerrold (1803–57) English Writer, Dramatist, Wit
God almighty first planted a garden: and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasure.
—Francis Bacon (1561–1626) English Philosopher
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
—Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–94) Scottish Novelist