We Live On The Leash Of Our

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.

Don't Just Live The Length Of Your Life - Live The Width Of It As Well.

Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

Human Beings Are Sloshing Sacks Of Chemicals On The Move.

What An Odd, Ruminating, Noisy, Self-interrupting Conversation We Conduct With Ourselves From Birth To Death.