But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars...
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present,
They are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression,
When the mind is open to their influence, nature never wears a mean appearance.
Neither does the wisest of men extort her secret, and lose his curiousity by
Finding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit.
The flowers, the animals, the mountains reflected the wisdom of his best hour,
As much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.
