Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.

It seems to me, thinking of it, that there must be some universal plan which set in motion the orbiting of the electrons about the nucleus and the slower, more majestic orbit of the galaxies about one another to the very edge of space

It is only of life on Earth, however, that one can speak with any certainty. It seems to me that all life on Earth, the sum total of life upon the Earth, has purpose.

These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.

Much of what we see in the universe ... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.

I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.