But if they did, that avoids the question also.

The poetry and mystery of the mountains are lost to those who make themselves familiar with their details, not the less because such familiarity may have useful results.

In this world things are beautiful only because they are not quite seen, or not perfectly understood.

Poetry is precious chiefly because it suggests more than it declares.

Look in there, through that valley, where you just see the distant little peak at the end.