A Garden Is A Place For Shaping

The Oldfields Of The Future Are Beyond Hearing; They Are Shut Up In The Factories And The Workshops, Leading A Rackety And Mechanical Existence, To The Damage Of Their Bodies And The Peril Of Their Souls, For The Sake Of An Extra Pound Or So A Week, Which They Promptly Spend On Mental Or Physical Narcotics.

Life In The Country Teaches One That The Really Stimulating Things Are The Quiet, Natural Things, And The Really Wearisome Things Are The Noisy, Unnatural Things. It Is More Exciting To Stand Still Than To Dance. Silence Is More Eloquent Than Speech. Water Is More Stimulating Than Wine. Fresh Air Is More Intoxicating Than Cigarette Smoke. Sunlight Is More Subtle Than Electric Light. The Scent Of Grass Is More Luxurious Than The Most Expensive Perfume. The Slow, Simple Observations Of The Peasant Are More Wise Than The Most Sparkling Epigrams Of The Latest Wit.

Every Moment Of This Strange And Lovely Life From Dawn To Dusk, Is A Miracle. Somewhere, Always A Rose Is Opening Its Petals To The Dawn. Somewhere, Always, A Flower Is Fading In The Dusk.

Do You Ever Find Yourself Bursting Into A Sort Of Lunatic Laughter At The Sheer Prettiness Of Things?

As Any Psychologist Will Tell You, The Worst Thing You Can Possibly Do To A Woman Is To Deprive Her Of A Grievance.