The point of the dragonfly's terrible lip, the giant water bug, birdsong, or the beautiful dazzle and flash of sunlighted minnows,is not that it all fits together like clockwork--for it doesn'tbut that it all flows so freely wild, like the creek, that it all surges in such a free, finged tangle. Freedom is the world's water and weather, the world's nourishment freely given, its soil and sap: and the creator loves pizzazz.

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time.

People who take photographs during their whole vacation won't remember their vacation. They'll only remember what photographs they took.

Nothing on earth is more gladdening than knowing we must roll up our sleeves and move back the boundaries of the humanly possible once more.

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

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.

I think the dying pray at the last not "please," but "thank you," as a guest thanks his host at the door.