There is something inexpressibly beautiful in the unused day, something beautiful in the fact that it is still untouched, unsoiled; and town and country share alike in this loveliness.

I love the sea with its impenetrable fathoms, its wash and undertow, and rasp of shingle sucked anew.

Nature is full for us of seeming inconsistencies and glad surprises.

There is something inexpressibly beautiful in the unused day, something beautiful in the fact that it is still untouched, unsoiled; and town and country share alike in this loveliness.