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

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

Words as to the inner emotions do not come readily to me, for I have led an isolated life mentally and spiritually.

No age can have everthing and in material ways ours is more fortunate than any preceding one. Our ancestors appear to have mastered the art of living better than we are able to when an easy conscience, largely due to the unshaken faith of the time, left a marging of spiritual energy with which to enjoy life.

Any artwork needs time and patience and needs above a quiet mind.

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.

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.