The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions.
The fear of this delicate and fierce feminine has more to do with our fear of being vulnerable again, getting hurt again, than it does by our actual distaste for the beauty of the feminine and Her qualities.
My principal anguish, and the wellspring of all my joys and sorrows, has been the incessant merciless battle between the spirit and the flesh.
Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.
What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?
In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear.
There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly, as doth intemperate anger.