If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.
Let a man turn to his own childhood—no further—if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.