Each man deciphers from the ancient alphabets of nature only those secrets that his own deeps possess the power to endow with meaning.

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

The iron did not remember the blood it had once moved within, the phosphorous had forgot the savage brain.

I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I have lived to see this episode repeated in a thousand guises, and since I have spent a large portion of my life in the shade of a nonexistent tree I think I am entitled to speak for the field mouse.

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

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

It is surely one of the curious paradoxes of history that science which professionally has little to do with faith, owes its origins to an act of faith that the universe can be rationally interpreted, and that science today is sustained by that assumption.