we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to any one in all this world?

In the economy of nature nothing is ever lost. I cannot belive that the soul of man shall prove the one exception

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

Nature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences.