Any Euphemism Ceases To Be Euphemistic After

The Human Mind Can Appreciate The One Only By Seeing It First In The Many.

To Those Who Study Her, Nature Reveals Herself As Extraordinarily Fertile And Ingenious In Devising Means, But She Has No Ends Which The Human Mind Has Been Able To Discover Or Comprehend.

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

And The Thing Which Is Missing Is Love, Some Feeling For, As Well As Some Understanding Of, The Inclusive Community Of Rocks And Soils, Plants And Animals, Of Which We Are A Part.

How Anyone Can Profess To Find Animal Life Interesting And Yet Take Delight In Reducing The Wonder Of Any Animal To A Bloody Mass Of Fur Or Feathers?