A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

A wrong attitude towards nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude towards God, and that the consequence is an inevitable doom. For a long enough time we have believed in nothing but the values arising in a mechanized, commercialized, urbanized way of life: it would be as well for us to face the permanent conditions upon which God allows us to live upon this planet.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG

And right action is freedom From past and future also.