For If I Do Something, I Never

We Evolved As Creatures Knitted Into The Fabric Of Nature, And Without Its Intimate Truths, We Can Find Ourselves Unraveling.

There Was Nothing To Do But Wait. It Is Always Like This For Naturalists, And For Poets--the Long Hours Of Travel And Preparation, And Then The Longer Hours Of Waiting. All For That One Electric, Pulse-revving Vision When The Universe Suddenly Declares Itself.

Home Is Where The Heart Is, We Say, Rubbing The Flint Of One Abstraction Against Another.

Love Is The Best School, But The Tuition Is High And The Homework Can Be Painful.

Nothing Reveals More About The Inner Life Of A People Than Their Arts.