The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
Being is the great explainer.
Faith never makes a confession.
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.
In wildness is the preservation of the world.