Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!

Maybe nature is fundamentally ugly, chaotic and complicated. But if it's like that, then I want out.

Protesting does no good. It does no good for anything. It's just ugly.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

The miser and the glutton are two facetious buzzards: one hides his store, and the other stores his hide