The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The most wonderful inspirations die with their subject, if he has no hand to paint them to the senses.

A man is what he thinks about all day long

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful. This is the reason why beauty is still escaping out of all analysis. It is not yet possessed, it cannot be handled. …It instantly deserts possession, and flies to an object in the horizon. If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it, the beauty forsakes all the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time.