There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.

Flying has changed how we imagine our planet, which we have seen whole from space, so that even the farthest nations are ecological neighbors. It has changed our ideas about time. When you can gird the earth at 1,000 m.p.h., how can you endure the tardiness of a plumber? Most of all, flying has changed our sense of our body, the personal space in which we live, now elastic and swift. I could be in Bombay for afternoon tea if I wished. My body isn't limited by its own weaknesses; it can rush through space.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.

Wonder is a bulky emotion. When you let it fill your heart and mind, there isn't room for anxiety, distress or anything else.

Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.

We can't enchant the world, which makes its own magic; but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention