An Abundance Of Some Good Things Is

The Snow Itself Is Lonely Or, If You Prefer, Self-sufficient. There Is No Other Time When The Whole World Seems Composed Of One Thing And One Thing Only.

The Impulse To Mar And To Destroy Is As Ancient And Almost As Nearly Universal As The Impulse To Create. The One Is An Easier Way Than The Other Of Demonstrating Power.

It Is Not A Sentimental, But A Grimly Literal Fact That Unless We Share This Terrestrial Globe With Creatures Other Than Ourselves, We Shall Not Be Able To Live On It For Long.

To Be Reminded That One Is Very Much Like Other Members Of The Animal Kingdom Is Often Funny...though...i Do Not Too Much Mind Being Somewhat Like A Cat.

Every Time A Value Is Born, Existence Takes On A New Meaning; Every Time One Dies, Some Part Of That Meaning Passes Away.