Human society is based on want. Life is based on want. Wild-eyed visionaries may dream of a world without need. Cloud-cuckoo-land. It can't be done.

Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life.

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.

Life, forever dying to be born afresh, forever young and eager, will presently stand upon this Earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.

I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world

I often think we do not take this business of photography in a sufficiently serious spirit. Issuing a photograph is like marriage: you can only undo the mischief with infinite woe.

What good is religion if it collapses under calamity?