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

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one's affections outward toward this one God, rather than inwards on one's self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations and abstractions - the world of the spirits.

The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed

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

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.