Love Is The Measure Of Life; Only

There Is A Condition Or Circumstance That Has A Greater Bearing Upon The Happiness Of Life Than Any Other. What Is It? Something To Do; Some Congenial Work. Take Away The Occupation Of All People And What A Wretched World It Would Be.

All Sounds Are Sharper In Winter; The Air Transmits Better. At Night I Hear More Distinctly The Steady Roar Of The North Mountain. In Summer It Is A Sort Of Complacent Purr, As The Breezes Stroke Down Its Sides; But In Winter Always The Same Low, Sullen Growl.

The Fuel In The Earth Will Be Exhausted In A Thousand Or More Years, And Its Mineral Wealth, But Man Will Find Substitutes For These In The Winds, The Waves, The Sun's Heat, And So Forth.

I Seldom Go Into A Natural History Museum Without Feeling As If I Were Attending A Funeral.

Basically [united States And France] Said "we Will Use Nuclear Weapons Whenever It Suits Our Purposes To Do So." So This Expansion Of Doctrines Regarding Possible Use Of Nuclear Weapons Makes Them More, You Know, Sort Of, Salient And Important And So It's Increasing The Perceived Political Value Of Nuclear Weapons And Therefore Causing Or Contributing To Possible Proliferation.