Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes.
I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.
For, nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.
Then, there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend.
Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight.
Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece.
The book challenges the myth of the inexhaustibility of the earth and the belief that human impact on the environment is negligible by drawing similarities to the ancient civilization of the Mediterranean.
Marsh argued that ancient Mediterranean civilizations collapsed through environmental degradation.
When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind.
We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects.