“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.”

“Nature makes the best paths that leads to the best places.”

“How do you choose your paths? Who says you do? Sometimes the path chooses you.”

“He decides it is better to die in Ireland than in Paris because in Ireland the outdoors looks like the outdoors and gravestones are mossy and chipped, and the letters wear down with the wind and the rain so everyone gets forgotten in time, and life flies on.”

“Treadmill sweat isn’t as sweet as trail sweat.”

“God created everything to function after His nature”

“Your calling is in your nature”

“The language of a river inscribesover eyes of moths and fliesthe navel of the land is a lake.”

“Every leaf that taps against the attic window, every thorn that nestles against the bricks, is part of a barrier that keeps the twentieth century at bay. I have always taken a dim view of the twentieth century, so that I consider this to be a laudable amibition.”

“…all flourishing is mutual.”

“There is peace in the present when one’s aware of how to manage what works for them and what drains them with a calm mind.”

“One cannot skip time, but only transcend it through innumerable memories that exemplifies human understanding.”

“When I sit up I am greeted by the world. Level with the treetops I look down on sparrows swooping in and out of the branches. The tide, the new rising moon, the clouds, the wind – these greet me. These are my allies. The whole planet is laid out before me and available for whatever adventure the day will take me on. By comparison, living in society seems to require an alarm clock. Primarily assembled from angst and fish anuses, these contraptions, regardless of your soul’s whereabouts, will slap and assault you into a pitiful state of what passes for consciousness. Your first sight is the Time, an arragement of molecules on the clock’s face to whom you will be enslaved for the rest of the day. You may as well call him “master.” Next, a pile of dirty clothes on the floor, a knocked-over glass of water, and so forth, until you are so overwhelmed with despair that to prevent hurling yourself through the window, you must ignore your personal bill of rights, put on an acceptable frown, and go about your business, disregarding the pleas from you increasingly timid soul.”

“Time obliterates the fictions of opinion and confirms the decisions of nature.”

“Nature never rushes, yet everything gets done.”