Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.
I must return to my old comrades of the Great War - to the brown, the treeless, the flat and grave-set plain of Flanders - to the rolling, heat-miraged downlands of the Somme - for I am dead with them, and they live in me again.
All the experience of the greatest city in the world could not withhold me.
Authors are ordinary people who usually start to live apart, in the imagination, because they don't fit in with normal, healthy people.
True idealists are rare; they are the dedicated workers, who would, if need be, die at the stake.
The slow rhythm of the body, the insistent rhythm of the wit, were they becoming irreconcilable in modern civilisation? The sedentary life, frustration and irritability; work with the body, fatigue - and peace of mind.
The tides which flow and lapse in the Bristol Channel are often distained by the freshets of many streams falling through wooded coombes below the moor.
Peace in Europe can only come through union in one economic system. The United States of Europe are overdue.
Regeneration can come only through a change of heart in the individual.
If salt ocean is the Great Mother from whom all life has sprung, fresh water is the Nurse entrusted to nourish life within her wanderings and around her wave-lapped margins.
Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.
