Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

Words Are Small Shapes In The Gorgeous Chaos Of The World.

Love Is The Most Important Thing In Our Lives, A Passion For Which We Would Fight Or Die, And Yet We're Reluctant To Linger Over Its Names. Without A Supple Vocabulary, We Can't Even Talk Or Think About It Directly.

Culture Is What People Invent When They Have Lost Nature.

There Was Nothing To Do But Wait. It Is Always Like This For Naturalists, And For Poets--the Long Hours Of Travel And Preparation, And Then The Longer Hours Of Waiting. All For That One Electric, Pulse-revving Vision When The Universe Suddenly Declares Itself.

I Hate The Fearful Trimming Of Possibilities That Age Brings.