Then the song of a whitethroat, pure and ethereal, with the dreamy quality of remembered joy.

The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.

Have we fallen into a mesmerized state that makes us accept as inevitable that which is inferior or detrimental, as though having lost the will or the vision to demand that which is good?

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.