In The Long Run Our Boasted Control

Is It Wholly Fantastic To Admit The Possibility That Nature Herself Strove Toward What We Call Beauty? Face To Face With Any One Of The Elaborate Flowers Which Man's Cultivation Has Had Nothing To Do With, It Does Not Seem Fantastic To Me. We Put Survival First. But When We Have A Margin Of Safety Left Over, We Expend It In The Search For The Beautiful. Who Can Say That Nature Does Not Do The Same?

February... Now More Than Ever One Must Remind Oneself That It Is Wasteful Folly To Wish That Time Would Pass, Or - As The Puritanical Old Saying Used To Have It - To Kill Time Until It Kills You.

Long Before I Ever Saw The Desert I Was Aware Of The Mystical Overtones Which The Observation Of Nature Made Audible To Me. But I Have Never Been More Frequently Or More Vividly Aware Of Them Than In Connection With The Desert Phenomena.

Metaphysics May Be, After All, Only The Art Of Being Sure Of Something That Is Not So And Logic Only The Art Of Going Wrong With Confidence.

We Must Not Judge The Society Of The Future By Considering Whether Or Not We Should Like To Live In It; The Question Is Whether Those Who Have Grown Up In It Will Be Happier Than Those Who Have Grown Up In Our Society Or Those Of The Past.