How strangely inaccurate it is to measure length of living by length of life! The space between your birth and death is often far from a true measure of your days of living.

For observing nature, the best pace is a snail's pace.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.

Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals 'love' them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.

In nature, there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.

All things seem possible in May.

It is morally as bad not to care whether anything is true or not.

Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.

The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.

Remember that life is a miracle

husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue

Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.

The real essence of work is concentrated energy.

When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to pieces. Women go right on cooking.

It requires as much to tell the truth as to conceal it.

I think that's part of the whole denial and suicidal mechanism [ of the human's race] right "Oh my God, the house is on fire." You sleep through the smoke.

The Devill is not alwaies at one doore.

Marx was wrong--religion is not the opiate of the masses, baseball is.

What a great favor God does to those He places in the company of good people!