The Grand Paradox Of Our Society Is

Few People Have Ever Seriously Wished To Be Exclusively Rational. The Good Life Which Most Desire Is A Life Warmed By Passions And Touched With That Ceremonial Grace Which Is Impossible Without Some Affectionate Loyalty To Traditional Form And Ceremonies.

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.

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.

Long Before I Ever Saw The Desert I Was Aware Of The Mystical Overtones Which The Observation Of Nature Made Audible To Me. But I Have Never Been More Frequently Or More Vividly Aware Of Them Than In Connection With The Desert Phenomena.

In History As It Comes To Be Written, There Is Usually Some Spirit Of The Age Which Historians Can Define, But The Shape Of Things Is Seldom So Clear To Those Who Live Them. To Most Thoughtful Men It Has Generally Seemed That Theirs Was An Age Of Confusion.