Logic Is The Art Of Going Wrong

The Grand Paradox Of Our Society Is This: We Magnify Man’s Right But We Minimize His Capacities.

February... Now More Than Ever One Must Remind Oneself That It Is Wasteful Folly To Wish That Time Would Pass, Or - As The Puritanical Old Saying Used To Have It - To Kill Time Until It Kills You.

We Need Some Contact With The Things We Sprang From. We Need Nature At Least As A Part Of The Context Of Our Lives. Without Cities We Cannot Be Civilized. Without Nature, Without Wilderness Even, We Are Compelled To Renounce An Important Part Of Our Heritage.

Only Those Within Whose Own Consciousness The Sun Rise And Set, The Leaves Burgeon And Wither, Can Be Said To Be Aware Of What Living Is.

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.