The 20+ Beverley Nichols Quotes

Last Summer I Was Staying At A House In Hampshire Which Was Famous For The Brilliance And The Originality Of Its Gardens. There Were Many Of Them, But The Most Beautiful Of All Was A Walled Garden In Which Every Flower Was Blue. There Were All The Obvious Things Like Delphiniums And Acronitums And Larkspurs, But The Most Beautiful Blue Of All Came From The Groups Of Cabbages - The Ordinary Blue Pickling Cabbage. Set Against The Blazing Blue Of The Other Flowers, It Had A Bloom And Elegance Which Made It A Thing Of The Greatest Delight.

The Oldfields Of The Future Are Beyond Hearing; They Are Shut Up In The Factories And The Workshops, Leading A Rackety And Mechanical Existence, To The Damage Of Their Bodies And The Peril Of Their Souls, For The Sake Of An Extra Pound Or So A Week, Which They Promptly Spend On Mental Or Physical Narcotics.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All.

As Any Psychologist Will Tell You, The Worst Thing You Can Possibly Do To A Woman Is To Deprive Her Of A Grievance.

Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who Does Not Love Geraniums Must Obviously Be A Depraved And Loathsome Person.

A Gardener Is Never Shut Out From His Garden, Wherever He May Be. Its Comfort Never Fails. Though The City May Close About Him, And The Grime And Soot Descend Upon Him, He Can Still Wander In His Garden, Does He But Close His Eyes.

To Be Overcome By The Fragrance Of Flowers Is A Delectable Form Of Defeat.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All...much Of The Magic Of The Heather Beds Would Vanish If, As We Bent Over Them, There Was No Chance That We Might Hear A Faint Rustle Among The Blossoms, And Find Ourselves Staring Into A Pair Of Sleepy Green Eyes.

Do You Ever Find Yourself Bursting Into A Sort Of Lunatic Laughter At The Sheer Prettiness Of Things?

I Had Never 'taken A Cutting' Before ... Do You Realize That The Whole Thing Is Miraculous? It Is Exactly As Though You Were To Cut Off Your Wife's Leg, Stick It In The Lawn, And Be Greeted On The Following Day By An Entirely New Woman, Sprung From The Leg, Advancing Across The Lawn To Meet You.

It Is Only To The Gardener That Time Is A Friend, Giving Each Year More Than He Steals.

Most People, Early In November, Take Last Looks At Their Gardens, Are Are Then Prepared To Ignore Them Until The Spring. I Am Quite Sure That A Garden Doesn't Like To Be Ignored Like This. It Doesn't Like To Be Covered In Dust Sheets, As Though It Were An Old Room Which You Had Shut Up During The Winter. Especially Since A Garden Knows How Gay And Delightful It Can Be, Even In The Very Frozen Heart Of The Winter, If You Only Give It A Chance.