Touch the earth, loved the earth, in honor the earth: her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirits in her solitary places.
Henry Beston
The quality of life, which in the ardor of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer
Henry Beston
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.
Henry Beston
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
Henry Beston