Loneliness Is An Aspect Of The Land.

I Wonder If, In The Dark Night Of The Sea, The Octopus Dreams Of Me.

Your Imagination Comes To Life, And This, You Think, Is Where Creation Was Begun.

If You Believe In The Power Of Words, You Can Bring About Physical Changes In The Universe.

The Landscape Of The American West Has To Be Seen To Believed And Has To Be Believed To Be Seen.

Once In His Life, A Man Ought To Concentrate His Mind Upon The Remembered Earth, I Believe. He Ought To Give Himself Up To A Particular Landscape In His Experience, To Look At It From As Many Angles As He Can, To Wonder About It, To Dwell Upon It. He Ought To Imagine That He Touches It With His Hands At Every Season And Listens To The Sounds That Are Made Upon It. He Ought To Imagine The Creatures There And All The Faintest Motions Of The Wind. He Ought To Recollect The Glare Of Noon And All The Colors Of The Dawn And Dusk.