It was poignantly urgent that none should be lost; but somehow, it was rather fun that none could be added.

The trees and the planets seemed like things saved from the wreck: and when I saw the Matterhorn I was glad that it had not been overlooked in the confusion.
I felt economical about the stars as if they were sapphires (they are called so in Milton's Eden): I hoarded the hills.

For the universe is a single jewel, and while it is a natural cant to talk of a jewel as peerless and priceless, of this jewel it is literally true.

This cosmos is indeed without peer and without price: for there cannot be another one.
Thus ends, in unavoidable inadequacy, the attempt to utter the unutterable things.

These are my ultimate attitudes towards life; the soils for the seeds of doctrine.