I believe that there is a kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact.
What is truth? I don't know and I'm sorry I brought it up.
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.
I wouldn't trade a good horse for the best Rolls-Royce ever made -- unless I could trade the Rolls for two good horses.
Nothing could be older than the daily news, nothing deader than yesterday's newspaper.
How can I be so evil? It ain't easy.