So We turned them out of gardens and springs, / And treasures and goodly dwellings, / Even so. And We gave them as a heritage to the children of Israel.

Blessed is He Who, if He please, will give you what is better than this, gardens beneath which rivers flow, and He will give you palaces.

(As for) those who believe and do good, they shall surely have gardens of bliss, / Abiding in them; the promise of Allah; (a) true (promise), and He is the Mighty, the Wise.

Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden; you interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresistible impulse to get up and pull a weed.

Gardening, I told myself, is the most sociable of hobbies. The very nature of one's field of activities demands an audience. No one wants flowers to blush unseen or waste their sweetness.

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling.