All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.

Be it whim or emergency, the modern laboratory is equally at the service of romance, equally ready to gratify mankind with a torpedo or a toy.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

All myths that are something more than fancies gain rather than lose in value with time, by reason of the accretions of human experience.

Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.

A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.