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

I am what I am and cannot be otherwise because of the shadows.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

Choices, more choices than we like afterward to believe, are made far backward in the innocence of childhood.

This is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely, magnificent power of humanity. It is . . . the supreme epitome of the reaching out.

Certainly science has moved forward. But when science progresses, it often opens vaster mysteries to our gaze. Moreover, science frequently discovers that it must abandon or modify what it once believed. Sometimes it ends by accepting what it has previously scorned.