To look upon that landscape in the early morning, with the sun at your back, is to lose the sense of proportion.

He used both hands when he made the bear. Imagine a bear proceeding from the hands of God.

Once in his life, a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.

If you believe in the power of words, you can bring about physical changes in the universe.

A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.

They have assumed the names and gestures of their enemies, but have held on to their own, secret souls; and in this there is a resistance and an overcoming, a long outwaiting.

My line of vision was such that the creature filled the moon like a fossil. It had gone there, I thought, to live and die, for there, of all places, was its small definition made whole and eternal