The Seas Are The Heart's Blood Of

As Well Expect Nature To Answer Your Human Values As To Come Into Your House And Sit In A Chair.

Wolves Are Not Our Brothers; They Are Not Our Subordinates, Either. They Are Another Nation, Caught Up Just Like Us In The Complex Web Of Time And Life.

We Of The Age Of The Machines, Having Delivered Ourselves Of Nocturnal Enemies, Now Have A Dislike Of Night Itself. With Lights And Ever More Lights, We Drive The Holiness And Beauty Of Night Back To The Forests And The Sea.

The Leaves Fall, The Wind Blows, And The Farm Country Slowly Changes From The Summer Cottons Into Its Winter Woods.

When The Pleiades And The Wind In The Grass Are No Longer A Part Of The Human Spirit, A Part Of Very Flesh And Bone, Man Becomes, As It Were, A Kind Of Cosmic Outlaw, Having Neither The Completeness Nor Integrity Of The Animal Nor The Birthright Of A True Humanity.