When the soil's fertility is being conserved instead of raped, when village life is a social unity, when pride of craftsmanship returns, when everyone works for the sake of adding beauty and importance to life, when every river is clean… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
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. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
The tides which flow and lapse in the Bristol Channel are often distained by the freshets of many streams falling through wooded coombes below… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
The slow rhythm of the body, the insistent rhythm of the wit, were they becoming irreconcilable in modern civilisation? The sedentary life, frustration and… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
“Whatv is thisnlife, if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?” — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
Regeneration can come only through a change of heart in the individual. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
I must return to my old comrades of the Great War - to the brown, the treeless, the flat and grave-set plain of Flanders… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
“Whatv is this life, if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?” — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
If salt ocean is the Great Mother from whom all life has sprung, fresh water is the Nurse entrusted to nourish life within her… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches… — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
True idealists are rare; they are the dedicated workers, who would, if need be, die at the stake. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
Yet otters have not been hunters in water long enough for the habit to become an instinct. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses. — Henry Williamson Copy Share Image
