Every Moment Of This Strange And Lovely

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.

Marriage Is A Book Of Which The First Chapter Is Written In Poetry And The Remaining Chapters In Prose.

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.

A Gardener Is Never Shut Out From His Garden, Wherever He May Be. Its Comfort Never Fails. Though The City May Close About Him, And The Grime And Soot Descend Upon Him, He Can Still Wander In His Garden, Does He But Close His Eyes.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All.