To Know Only Artificial Night Is As

Nature Is A Part Of Our Humanity, And Without Some Awareness And Experience Of That Divine Mystery Man Ceases To Be Man.

Poetry Is As Necessary To Comprehension As Science. It Is As Impossible To Live Without Reverence As It Is Without Joy.

The World Today Is Sick To Its Thin Blood For Lack Of Elemental Things, For Fire Before The Hands, For Water Welling From The Earth, For Air, For The Dear Earth Itself Underfoot. In My World Of Beach And June These Elemental Presences Lived And Had Their Being.

Our Fantastic Civilization Has Fallen Out Of Touch With Many Aspects Of Nature, And With None More Completely Than With Night.

A Garden Is The Mirror Of A Mind. It Is A Place Of Life, A Mystery Of Green Moving To The Pulse Of The Year, And Pressing On And Pausing The Whole To Its Own Inherent Rhythms.