Alas! in nature, as in art, we gain only according to our capacity. You cannot put an ocean in a pint pot.

Manner and morals have improved, improved wages and world travel during the war have had effect, and the farm labourer now is an intelligent, self respecting workman, on a level at least with the town artisan. The village rustic of the past no longer exists outside of the comic papers.

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.

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

The luxuries of the few were becoming necessities of the many.

It is the fashion to talk of our changing climate and bewail the hot summers and hard winters of tradition, but how seldom we pause to marvel at the remarkable constancy of the weather from year to year.

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