Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.

I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near milkweed, skipper larvae in locust leaves. These things are utterly common, and I've not seen one

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

I couldn't unpeach the peaches.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

I had good innings, as the British say. I wrote for 38 years at the top of my form, and I wanted to quit on a high note.

I think that the dying pray at the last not please but thank you, as a guest thanks his host at the door. Falling from airplanes the people are crying thank you, thank you, all down the air; and the cold carriages draw up for them on the rocks.