As any psychologist will tell you, the worst thing you can possibly do to a woman is to deprive her of a grievance. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“Marriage is a book in which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
I had never 'taken a cutting' before ... Do you realize that the whole thing is miraculous? It is exactly as though you were… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
To dig one's own spade into one's own earth! Has life anything better to offer than this? — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“Well, I love geraniums, and anybody who does not love geraniums must obviously be a depraved and loathsome person.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
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… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share
Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things? — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
A garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“On and on we wander in these pages--and we never reach the point because, happily, there is no point to reach.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
A gardener is never shut out from his garden, wherever he may be. Its comfort never fails. Though the city may close about him,… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
