Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Looking at life through the eyes of a Daddy long legs: Imagine walking on legs so long you could cover a mile in fifty strides! Imagine looking to either side through eyes set not in your head but in a... hump in your back! Imagine your knees, when you walked, working a dozen feet or more above your head.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.

Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

It is morally as bad not to care whether anything is true or not.

Noise is evolving not only the endurers of noise but the needers of noise.