A Writer's Work Is To Witness Things.

True Solitude Is A Din Of Birdsong, Seething Leaves, Whirling Colors, Or A Clamor Of Tracks In The Snow.

Land Of Opportunity, Land For The Huddled Masses Where Would The Opportunity Have Been Without The Genocide Of Those Old Guard, Bristling Indian Tribes?

There Often Seems To Be A Playfulness To Wise People, As If Either Their Equanimity Has As Its Source This Playfulness Or The Playfulness Flows From Equanimity; And They Can Persuade Other People Who Are In A State Of Agitation To Calm Down And Smile.

Suicidal Thinking, If Serious, Can Be A Kind Of Death Scare, Comparable To Suffering A Heart Attack Or Undergoing A Cancer Operation. One Survives Such A Phase Both Warier And Chastened. When-ten Years Ago-i Emerged From A Bad Dip Into Suicidal Speculation, I Felt Utterly Exhausted And Yet Quite Fearless Of Ordinary Dangers, Vastly Afraid Of Myself But Much Less Scared Of Extraneous Eventualities.

If Human Nature Eventually Is Going To Take The Place Of Nature Everywhere, Those Of Us Who Have Been Naturalists Will Have To Transpose The Faith In Nature Which Is Inherent In The Profession To A Faith In Man-if Necessary, Man Alone In The World.