Country things are the necessary root of our life - and that remains true even of a rootless and tragically urban civilization. To live permanently away from the country is a form of slow death.

Always, our eyes look backwards with the conviction that then, and not now, was the golden age.

Youthful days are longer than those of later years, as we all learn as we grow older.

There is nothing in nature quite so joyful as the very young and silly lamb - odd that it should develop into that dull and sober animal the sheep.

It is only after a fair portion of one's life that one really knows what are the things that matter, the things that will remain until the end.

Country things are the necessary root of our life - and that remains true even of a rootless and tragically urban civilization. To live permanently away from the country is a form of slow death.

It is so often the odd, the unexpected, the apparently trifling, that stamps itself upon the memory for ever, while much more memorable things pass away like a breath of wind.