Henry Beston
Henry Beston
Henry Bestonwas an American writer and naturalist, best known as the author of The Outermost House, written in 1928...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 June 1888
CountryUnited States of America
joy impossible reverence
Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy.
night sea light
We of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea.
drama adventure sun
The adventure of the sun is the greatest natural drama by which we live...
heart moon blood
The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.
spring quality social
The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.
heart sea blood
The seas are the heart's blood of the earth.
drama adventure doors
The adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature's sustaining and poetic spirit.
night banishment vulgar
Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.
moving garden years
A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.
beautiful fashion years
Poor body, time and the long years were the first tailors to teach you the merciless use of clothes. Though some scold today because you are too much seen, to my mind, you are not seen fully enough or often enough when you are beautiful.
summer country fall
The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.
nature men humanity
Nature is a part of our humanity, and without some awareness and experience of that divine mystery man ceases to be man.
stars night our-world
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time
country writing reality
I am glad that the country world...retains a power to use our English tongue. It is a part of its sense of reality, of its vocabulary of definite terms, and of its habit of earthly common sense. I find this country writing an excellent corrective of the urban vocabulary of abstractions and of the emotion disguised as thinking which abstractions and humbug have loosed upon the world. May there always be such things as a door, a milk pail, and a loaf of bread, and words to do them honor.