If all you do it "live with it"...then that's not much of a life.

Every life is precious. Please treasure each and every day, the present, the moment, and yourself.

«Regrets»... I regret how timid and meek I was back then... always telling myself that I couldn't do anything, never even daring to try. That's definitely something I regret. " (p.330)

Where the human need for order meetsthe human tendency to mayhem, where civilization runs smack against its discontents, you find friction, and a great deal of general wear and tear.

Ay me! for aught that I ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history The course of true love never did run smooth.

Growth has failed on its own terms. You can't have infinite growth in a world of finite resources.

You and I who read and write books have very little effect upon language. We may think about it, write about it, and read about it, but it goes on without us, or in spite of us.

The environment becomes inspiration. My response to it becomes idea. And idea becomes purpose and action through interpretation and painting.

Facetiousness is allowable when it is the most proper instrument of exposing things apparently base and vile to due contempt.

I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.

Sovereignty no longer resides in the territory itself, but in the control of the territory. And localisation is an inherent part of that territorial control.

This little patch of earth and this little pile of stones I can wash the dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.