A man who lives with nature is used to violence and is companionable with death. There is more violence in an English hedgerow than in the meanest streets of a great city.
Metaphysical speculation is about as pointless as a discussion on the meaning of one's lungs.
They're for breathing. God gives every bird his worm, but He does not throw it into the nest. It was not . . . that she was unaware of the frayed and ragged edges of life. She would merely iron them out with a firm hand and neatly hem them down. Scroll down for sources of quotations and special search engines.