We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love and the foresight of death. That is all we know. And all we need to know? Challenge that statement.

It is not an easy thing to inflate a dog.

The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs on which you can hang a metaphysical system. If you must.

Grand opera is a form of musical entertainment for people who hate music.

It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world-Nature-is the only means by which we can requite God's obvious love for it.

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.

If we had the power of ten Shakespeares or a dozen Mozarts, we could not produce anything half so marvelous as one ordinary human child.