Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.

A good recipe for a human reducing breakfast is a lot of good things to eat, and three spaniels and two cats to eat with.

Perhaps what makes friendship and love exciting is the continuing discovery of another personality.

Cat lovers know that every cat is remarkable.