I think that it is the purest thing on earth.

You can walk here for miles and miles in the open, and the wind is like God's own music.
Borrowdean, I am going to say things to you which one says but once or twice in his life.

I came to this country a soured man, cynical, a pessimist, a materialist by training and environment.

To-day I speak of a God with bowed head, for I believe that somewhere behind all these beautiful things their prototype must exist.

Don't think I've turned ranter.