Las Torturas de la Inquisicion

“…he who has never been delighted by the exquisite bendings of a blade of grass, by the wonderful inflexibility of the thistle, the austere youthfulness of the sprouting leafbuds - who has never been gripped by the powerful form of a tree root, the stolid power of cracked bark, the slender flexibility of the birch trunk, the great calm of broad masses of leaves, and stirred to the depths of his soul, he still knows nothing about the beauty of forms.”

““Learning became her. She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place. Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.””