The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.

The point is to be good-to be sensitive and sincere.