Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow

The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider web.