Life, unlike the inanimate, will take the long way round to circumvent barrenness. A kind of desperate will resides even in a root.

When man becomes greater than nature, nature, which gave him birth, will respond.

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

Over the whole earth- this infinitely small globe that possesses all we know of sunshine and bird song- an unfamiliar blight is creeping: man- man, who has become at last a planetary disease and who would, if his technology yet permitted, pass this infection to another star.

Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.

A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other men call trifles. It is possible to refine the sense of time until an old shoe in the bunch grass or a pile of nineteenth century beer bottles in an abandoned mining town tolls in one's head like a hall clock.

In the desert, an old monk had once advised a traveler, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.