Complexity excites the mind, and order rewards it. In the garden, one finds both, including vanishingly small orders too complex to spot, and orders so vast the mind struggles to embrace them.

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.

Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

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

Horses have made civilization possible.

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.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.