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

It was still the custom of the countryside to build with local materials produced as close to the selected site as possible, for transport was difficult, even the best of country roads being more fitted for horseback traffic rather than heavy loads.

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

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.

A liar did ought to have a good memory.

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.

The wife ought to have the first child and the husband the second, then there wouldn't ever be any more.