The mountains are calling and I must go.
The sea is a space of rigor and freedom.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Water is the driver of nature.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.
One golden day redeems a weary year.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake.
It was such a lovely day I thought it was a pity to get up.
The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind a spent and exhausted world.