As I see it, or as I want to see it,

the marvels of the visible world are not things in themselves

but revelations to stir the imagination —

to conduct us to amazing climates of the mind,

which climates it is for the artist

to translate into paint or into words.

This we know:

the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth.

All things are connected like the blood that unites us all.

Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.

Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.