Quotes by Henry Williamson

"Whatv is this life, if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?"

"For within himself, be he clairvoyant and articulate, he will find latent the divisions of the mind of European man, and their opposing impulses."

"When the bees’ feet shake the bells of the heather, and the ruddy strings of the sap-stealing dodder are twined about the green spikes of the furze, it is summertime on the commons. Exmoor is the high country of the winds, which are to the falcons and the hawks: clothed by whortleberry bushes and lichens and ferns and mossed trees in the goyals, which are to the foxes, the badgers, and the red deer: served by rain-clouds and drained by rock-littered streams, which are to the otters."