I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the wideness of that rich moment.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.