It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.
There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.
The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.
Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers.
In nature two things do not occur-the wheel and good taste.
A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.