I wait. Now the night flows back, the mighty stillness embraces and includes me; I can see the stars again and the world of starlight. I am twenty miles or more from the nearest fellow human, but instead of loneliness I feel loveliness. Loveliness and a quiet exultation.

Not all questions can be answered.

A mother's sorrow is more true, honorable, and beautiful than the detachment of the sage.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

Narrow-minded provincialism: Sad to say but true - I am more interested in the mountain lions of Utah, the wild pigs of Arizona, than I am in the fate of all the Arabs of Araby, all the Wogs of Hindustan, all the Ethiopes of Abyssinia.

The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.