How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.

Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance.

Looking at life through the eyes of a Daddy long legs: Imagine walking on legs so long you could cover a mile in fifty strides! Imagine looking to either side through eyes set not in your head but in a... hump in your back! Imagine your knees, when you walked, working a dozen feet or more above your head.

All things seem possible in May.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.