The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.

Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.

Another example of that was that even during the economic problems of the 1945 government, we managed to carry out other aspects of our policy and other ideals. Through the establishment of national parks, for instance.

...it is disquieting to feel that the conversion into a National Forest or Park always means the esthetic death of a piece of wild country.