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

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

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

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.

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

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

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