When I Sit At That Typewriter, I

We Simply Do Not Understand Our Place In The Universe And Have Not The Courage To Admit It.

Throughout The Centuries We Have Projected On To The Wolf The Qualities We Most Despise And Fear In Ourselves.

Would The Last Animal, Eating Garbage And Living On The Last Scrap Of Land, His Mate Dead, Would He Still Forgive You?

No Culture Has Yet Solved The Dilemma Each Has Faced With The Growth Of A Conscious Mind: How To Live A Moral And Compassionate Existence When One Is Fully Aware Of The Blood, The Horror Inherent In All Life, When One Finds Darkness Not Only In One’s Own Culture But Within Oneself.

The Opposite Of Love Is Not Hate; It's Indifference. To Be Indifferent Is To Not Express Love.