I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

New things are always ugly.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

Religion is different from everything else; because in religion seeking is finding.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.