Learn To Reverence Night And To Put

I Am Glad That The Country World...retains A Power To Use Our English Tongue. It Is A Part Of Its Sense Of Reality, Of Its Vocabulary Of Definite Terms, And Of Its Habit Of Earthly Common Sense. I Find This Country Writing An Excellent Corrective Of The Urban Vocabulary Of Abstractions And Of The Emotion Disguised As Thinking Which Abstractions And Humbug Have Loosed Upon The World. May There Always Be Such Things As A Door, A Milk Pail, And A Loaf Of Bread, And Words To Do Them Honor.

Our Fantastic Civilization Has Fallen Out Of Touch With Many Aspects Of Nature, And With None More Completely Than With Night.

If There Is One Thing Clear About The Centuries Dominated By The Factory And The Wheel, It Is That Although The Machine Can Make Everything From A Spoon To A Landing-craft, A Natural Joy In Earthly Living Is Something It Never Has And Never Will Be Able To Manufacture.

It Is Only When We Are Aware Of The Earth And Of The Earth As Poetry That We Truly Live.

The Leaves Fall, The Wind Blows, And The Farm Country Slowly Changes From The Summer Cottons Into Its Winter Woods.