Of all the everyday plants of the earth, grass is the least pretentious and the most important to mankind. It clothes the earth is an unmistakable way. Directly or indirectly it provides the bulk of man's food, his meat, his bread, every scrap of his cereal diet. Without grass we would all starve, we and all our animals. And what a dismal place this world would be!

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn; but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it, day by quieter day. But even now, if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours, one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. It’s a little painful now, and a little lonely because it is so strange.

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.