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

Primitives of our own species, even today are historically shallow in their knowledge of the past. Only the poet who writes speaks his message across the millennia to other hearts.

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

[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.

The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its evil and good are perpetually within us.

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

At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile