Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies.

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.

And the thing which is missing is love, some feeling for, as well as some understanding of, the inclusive community of rocks and soils, plants and animals, of which we are a part.

Rhetoric takes no real account of the art in literature and morality takes no account of the art in life.

February... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.

It is not ignorance but knowledge which is the mother of wonder.

The human mind can appreciate the One only by seeing it first in the Many.