Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.

Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?

... there are few things that can reconcile us fully to our parting with a world of which the longest life can see so little and whose beauties have so extraordinary a variety.

... I want to be one of those people who are always to be found at home, nice restful people whom everybody likes because they give a feeling of permanence to this rushing world.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.

Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance.

I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.