I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.