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

In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share our planet; we kill to live. Taste is what carries us across that rocky moral terrain, what makes the horror palatable, and the paradox we could not defend by reason melts into a jungle of sweet temptations.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.

If cynicism is inevitable as one ages, so is the yearning for innocence. To children heaven is being an adult, and to adults heaven is being children again.

... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

Nature neither gives nor expects mercy.