The seas are the heart's blood of the earth.

As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair.

For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.

The seas are the heart's blood of the earth.