" On this morning the weather was of that voluptuous vernal kind, which calls forth all latent romance of a man's temperament, filling...

" I wanted to stride away while I was able to stride; to embrace the beauty of the universe. I wanted to slip out each morning, alone in...

" The world will always be beautiful to those who look for beauty. Throats will always catch when the fleeing clouds part fleetingly and...

" Do something today that your future self will thank you for." {unknown} thankful for taking the time a few autumns ago to plant...

" I'm no reformer; for I see more light than darkness in the world; mine eyes are quick to catch the first dim radiance of the dawn, and...

" When I recall the tranquil, and even happy mood in which I passed those hours, and remember, at the same time, the position in which I...

​ ​ " Let us start our grand tour of the year, my little friend. It will be a voyage of discovery." ​ {A Countryman's Winter Notebook} ​...

" The quiet spaces in which we root our attention become the cadence to the symphony of the story we are forming day by day. ...words...

" I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes sometimes a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes...

" Books never really end. They stay with you, good or bad, and can float in your mind without warning. Years later, the faint embers of...

" Flames have always been at the heart of it all. Flames to sit around and read, a place for conversation. A fire is a magical thing. The...

" I like slow mornings & rainy days and thunderstorms. I like empty bookstores & quiet coffee shops. I like oversized sweatshirts & cosy...

" It is a time of richest sensation: the sights and smells, obviously, and the way its daily varying temperatures makes the skin...

" I will cut adrift - I will sit on pavements and drink coffee - I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim -...

" October is the best month when you live in the woods and maybe when you don't, but I wouldn't know. It's when the trees start to shake...

" Damsons are ripe in early September, at a time when the garden paths are festooned with spiderwebs and the leaves start their slow...

" Summer did come at last and, when it did, it was one of those summers of poems and stories and country pictures, a once-upon-a-time...

" He had the indistinct feeling that the priest's forgiveness was the greatest assault and most tremendous attack he had ever...

" If spring is all about looking forward, and autumn about dying back, summer surely is the present moment: a long, hot now that marks...

" It was a brilliant spring day; the day was radiant. Even the air seemed to have a burr in it, as it touched the treetops; it vibrated,...