“Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
“It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
“The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.”
“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.”
“And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings...”
“Slow is the experience of all deep fountains: long have they to wait until they know what has fallen into their depths.”