We are the last generation with a real opportunity to save the world.

If God spent 180 million years making dinosaurs, what makes us think Man is so special, a tick of the clock before midnight?

Dead people are easy to love. It's the living ones who are hard.

Real life is never quite as interesting as the story told afterward.

There is no such thing as an insignificant life, only the insignificance of mind that refuses to grasp the implications.

The people who change the world never lose hope no matter how bleak the outcome might appear to be.

Prose pretends to be straightforward in its application to the truth, but truth itself is a dissembler. Poetry, much more honest, knows the deception can't be overcome.