Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

....the ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the methods and tools that science is changing.

Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.

New words are always being born and old ones fading away.

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber.

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.