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

Books, to the reading child, are so much more than books-they are dreams and knowledge, they are a future, and a past.

A horse, if he happens to have a contemptuous disposition, can sneer very effectively.

A garden has a curious innocent way of consuming cash while all the time you are under the illusion that you are spending nothing.

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.

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.