The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.

My first two books are out of print and, okay, they can sleep there comfortably. It's early work, derivative work.

A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.

All culture developed as some wild, raw creature strived to live better and longer.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

A dog is adorable and noble, a dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.