The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.
The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.
And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly
There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
The marsh, to him who enters it in a receptive mood, holds, besides mosquitoes and stagnation, melody, the mystery of unknown waters, and the sweetness of Nature undisturbed by man.
The beauty and charm of the wilderness are his for the asking, for the edges of the wilderness lie close beside the beaten roads of the present travel.
For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.
A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.
