The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

I never fail to be moved by knowing that the ground on which I walk is layered with the past- with achievement and strife and the repeated passions and conflicts of the human creature, always changing, always the same. Generations passing like grass.

The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.

Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.

Anger can be borne - it can even be satisfying - if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of stream - building to an impotent, murderous rage.