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.

Nature knows no calendar, the seasons move in a circle.

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

It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud-dappled sky. The leaves were still thick on the trees, but de-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of the swallows skimming the green open park spaces of the park told of autumn and change.

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.

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