A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something it never has and never will be able to manufacture.

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

As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair.

The adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature's sustaining and poetic spirit.