The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.

They import and they consume reality.

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

Corruption never has been compulsory; when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.