No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.
The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.