All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

... life, by definition, is never still.

Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.

The little girls were wearing black party dresses and black party shoes, so strangers would know at once how nice they were.

Beware of "grandfalloons" and "foma". A "grandfalloon" is a proud and meaningless association of human beings. "Foma" are harmless truths intended to comfort simple souls.

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.