Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

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

....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.

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.