Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.

Science has always promised two things not necessarily related; an increase first in our powers, second in our happiness or wisdom, and we have come to realize that it is the first and less important of the two promises which it has kept most abundantly.

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.

If we do not permit the earth to produce beauty and joy, it will in the end not produce food, either.

Any euphemism ceases to be euphemistic after a time and the true meaning begins to show through. It's a losing game, but we keep on trying.

And the thing which is missing is love, some feeling for, as well as some understanding of, the inclusive community of rocks and soils, plants and animals, of which we are a part.

The human mind can appreciate the One only by seeing it first in the Many.