“Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty if only we have the eyes to see them.”

“Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.”

“It speaks very well for human nature that with the masses of dear friends we have it’s only to-day that one of them broke the news to us.”

“Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,Glimmered the white moonshine.[...]Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean.”

“Nature constantly begins the same things over again, years, days, hours, spaces too. And numbers run end to end, one after another. This makes something in a way infinite and eternal. It is not that any of this is really infinite and eternal, but these finite entities multiply infinitely. Thus only number, which multiplies them, seems to me to be infinite.”

“The beauty of the day is the only thing that doesn't fade in time. Day after day, such beauty revives itself.”