André Le Nôtre

We don't have to call Italian painters, Le Brun is going to paint it.

We don't call Italian gardeners, we have Le Notre making it, so Le Le Le.

We have all of these French made and French styled and when Versailles is finished and it's copied, You can go to Bavaria, to the palace of Ludwig II.

You can go to Peterhof.

Beyond them, the great perspectives of Versailles stretch toward the horizon, carefully arranged so that the eye is guided from one feature to another.

The work of André Le Nôtre and the gardeners who follow his principles can be felt everywhere.

Nothing has been left entirely to chance.

Trees stand in measured rows.

The thick walls, massive towers, high narrow windows, almost slits, and deep moat, which were necessary in the old troubled days, when all isolated chateau might be called upon at any time to defend themselves from sudden attack, had given way to the larger and more spacious residences of which Mansart, the famous architect of Louis XIV, had left so many chefs-d'oeuvre.

It was to Mansart that M. de Corval confided the task of building the chateau as it now stands, while the no less famous Le Notre was charged to lay out the park and gardens.

It was an easy journey from Beville to Pinon, an hour's drive through our beautiful forest of Villers-Cotterets, and another hour in the train.

We stopped at the little station of the NEZ, just outside the gates of the park.

In a work so dense with references, mistakes will sprout like crabgrass.

write a big book on Andre Le Notre's formal gardens and the earthworm experts will gather to deride your confusion.

The more you know the ground, the more crabgrass you see.

So the New Yorker, in developing its distinct, sophisticated voice, wasn't really trying to be urbane, in quotes.

Here was indeed a setting for human dignity and splendor.

Marie did not know the cost in human suffering which the architect, Le Notre, had exacted to produce this triumph for Louis XIV.

She was lost in a vision of an exalted society to accord with such scenic beauty.

The ancient Greeks would have achieved it.

The room was under an official seal which prohibited the entrance of anyone without authority.

Probably Roland thought he possessed that authority.

With the palace architect for witness, he went with the valet to the spot and removed the packet.

Immediately, according to the story both the Rolands swore to, he went with it directly to the Convention and laid it before the president.