Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.

What if I am, in some way, only a sophisticated fire that has acquired an ability to regulate its rate of combustion and to hoard its fuel in order to see and walk?

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

Modern man lives increasingly in the future and neglects the present.

I no longer cared about survival...I merely loved.

The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who won for us against the ice, the tiger and the bear. The hand that hefted the ax, out of some old blind allegiance to the past fondles the machine gun as lovingly. It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep.

There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.