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

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

[K]now that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand Is an ugly thing, and man dissevered from the earth and stars and his history... for contemplation or in fact... Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

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

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.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

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