Some great poet or philosopher once said that " he who goes to nature for comfort must go to her empty handed " , and I think he was right.

What greater restoratives have we poor mortals than a good meal taken in the company of loving friends?

It was ordained that our earthly pilgrammage should be a struggle, and life would be a tame affair if everything went smoothly.

Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura crossed the doorstep, she could see some of these. But mere seeing from a distance did not satisfy her; she longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing, the brooks tinkling, and the wind rustling through the corn, as she had when a child. To smell things and touch things, warm earth and flowers and grasses, and to stand and gaze where no one could see her, drinking it all in.

happiness depends more upon the state of mind - and body, perhaps - than upon circumstances and events.

We cannot bring the good old days back but, if we must eat mass-made foods, get laws passed to insist upon its goodness and purity.

A liar did ought to have a good memory.