We Cannot Pluck A Flower Witout Disturbing

Great Minds Have Always Seen It. That Is Why Man Has Survived His Journey This Long. When We Fail To Wish Any Longer To Be Otherwise Than What We Are, We Will Have Ceased To Evolve. Evolution Has To Be Lived Forward. I Say This As One Who Has Stood Above The Bones Of Much That Has Vanished, And At Midnight Has Examined His Own Face.

Fire, As We Have Learned To Our Cost, Has An Insatiable Hunger To Be Fed. It Is A Nonliving Force That Can Even Locomote Itself.

The Creative Element In The Mind Of Man . . . Emerges In As Mysterious A Fashion As Those Elementary Particles Which Leap Into Momentary Existence In Great Cyclotrons, Only To Vanish Again Like Infinitesimal Ghosts.

Once In A Lifetime, Perhaps, One Escapes The Actual Confines Of The Flesh. Once In A Lifetime, If One Is Lucky, One So Merges With Sunlight And Air And Running Water That Whole Eons, The Eons That Mountains And Deserts Know, Might Pass In A Single Afternoon Without Discomfort.

God Knows How Many Things A Man Misses By Becoming Smug And Assuming That Matters Will Take Their Own Course.