Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature! — ah if poor, sick, prurient humanity in cities might really know you once more! Is not nakedness then indecent? No, not inherently. It is your thought, your sophistication, your fear, your respectability that is indecent. There come moods when these clothes of ours are not only too irksome to wear, but are themselves indecent. Perhaps indeed he or she to whom the free exhilarating ecstasy of nakedness in Nature has never been eligible (and how many thousands there are!) has not really known what purity is — nor what faith or art or health really is.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Man is about the same, in the main, whether with despotism, or whether with freedom.

The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first; Be not discouraged - keep on - there are divine things, well envelop'd; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.