The Four Seasons of Village Life


To these modest landholders the rural character of the neighbourhood was a matter of particular jealousy...
(Evelyn Waugh, Put Out More Flags, p. 108).
Everyone agreed that the day was just right for the picnic...
(Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock, p. 7).
Sundance draws his Colt, takes careful aim, and fires. He misses.
(Steven Pressfield,The Authentic Swing, p. 55).


Listen to the pounding old jalopy with all your senses, for a change of tone, a variation of rhythm may mean – a week here?
(John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath).
Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
The only thing the road cares about is that you pay it a visit once in a while.
(Mel Gibson, What Women Want, 2000).


It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices.
(Nora Roberts, Key of Knowledge).
No, of course. It's just the name. There is no fog in London. There is no London fog.
(Lane Pryce, Mad Men).
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
(Saint Basil).


I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.
(Alexander the Great).
No other game combines the wonder of nature with the discipline of sport in such carefully planned ways. A great golf course both frees and challenges a golfer's mind.
(Tom Watson).
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
(Groucho Marx).