Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.
Get up very early and get going at once. In fact, work first and wash afterwards.
A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.
The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.
You know there are no secrets in America. It's quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.
We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons.