There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the possession of a piece of land.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The possession of anything begins in the mind.
I fancied I had some constancy of mind because I could bear my own sufferings, but found through the sufferings of others I could be weakened like a child.
It helped me in the air to keep my small mind contained in earthly human limits, not lost in vertiginous space and elements unknown.
Any feeling that I was enriching my mind from those surrounding me was unfortunately rare with me.
The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.
It is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can't fly away.
I don't know about you, but I find it exhilarating to see how vague psychological notions evaporate and give rise to a physical, mechanistic understanding of the mind, even if it's the mind of the fly.
The possession of land seems to be a greater gratification to the pride and independence of men.
I am interested in the way that we look at a given landscape and take possession of it in our blood and brain. None of us lives apart from the land entirely; such an isolation is unimaginable.
My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land - the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest thing I own.