Quotes from Henry Mitchell

Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.

Your garden will reveal yourself.

Compared to gardeners, I think it is generally agreed that others understand very little about anything of consequence.

All anybody needs to know about prizes is that Mozart never won one.

The sooner the gardener loses certain kinds of innocence the better, and there is no better place to begin than with the weather.

Everything grows for everybody. Everything dies for everybody, too.

If we war with one another, we set our Soul at conflict with herself. We are one. Particular and peculiar manifestations of our One Soul. There are others, too, who are us, fulfilling our Soul's potential in ways beyond our imagining. We are the same Soul's dreaming, all of us, the dreams that stuff is made of. When we finally recognize ourselves in one another the world will be mended. Then

Squirrels are blamed for many crimes they are not responsible for, but in this case honesty compels me to say it was the squirrels done it. I saw them.

Nature is not run like a good clock but like a good (more or less) dog. Snarls sometimes. There should be a book, When a Good Spring Does Bad Things.

By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.