Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.

When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.

Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.

We try to exile ourselves more and more from nature - not always consciously: We build houses; we dismiss nature; nature has to be outside, because we're inside. God forbid something like a cockroach comes inside, or some dust.

Tranquillity hides in small spaces, and when found needs to be treasured, because you know it's a phantom that will slip away again.