Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.
Henry WilliamsonEvery gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.
Henry WilliamsonThe slow rhythm of the body, the insistent rhythm of the wit, were they becoming irreconcilable in modern civilisation? The sedentary life, frustration and irritability; work with the body, fatigue - and peace of mind.
Henry Williamson