Into Every Empty Corner, Into All Forgotten

I Am Glad That The Country World...retains A Power To Use Our English Tongue. It Is A Part Of Its Sense Of Reality, Of Its Vocabulary Of Definite Terms, And Of Its Habit Of Earthly Common Sense. I Find This Country Writing An Excellent Corrective Of The Urban Vocabulary Of Abstractions And Of The Emotion Disguised As Thinking Which Abstractions And Humbug Have Loosed Upon The World. May There Always Be Such Things As A Door, A Milk Pail, And A Loaf Of Bread, And Words To Do Them Honor.

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

The Seas Are The Hearts Blood Of The Earth. Plucked Up And Kneaded By The Sun And The Moon, The Tides Are Systole And Diastole Of Earth's Veins.

The Adventure Of The Sun Is The Great Natural Drama By Which We Live, And Not To Have Joy In It And Awe Of It, Not To Share In It, Is To Close A Dull Door On Nature's Sustaining And Poetic Spirit.

Expect Nature To Answer To Your Human Values As To Come Into Your House And Sit In A Chair. The Economy Of Nature, Its Checks And Balances, Its Measurements Of Competing Life - All This Is Its Great Marvel And Has An Ethic Of Its Own.