The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren, they are not underlings, they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the Earth.

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.

If gardeners will forget a little the phrase, "watering the plants" and think of watering as a matter of "watering the earth" under the plants, keeping up its moisture content and gauging its need, the garden will get on very well.