"Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's ..." — Gerard Manley Hopkins

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.

Religion, you know, enters very deep; in reality it is the deepest impression I have in speaking to people, that they are or that they are not of my religion.

I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.