....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.

Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the storms you battled through beneath a heavy load - but not the light that led you safely down the unknown road.

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.

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.

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.