New ways of seeing can disclose new things… But turn the question around. Do new things make for new ways of seeing?

Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.

Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.

Beware thoughts that come in the night.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing.

The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one's self a fool.

I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.

If you are different from the rest of the flock, they bite you

I believe the greatest asset a Head of State can have is the ability to get a good night's sleep.

Thou trustest in the staff of this broken reed.

To understand what the outside of an aquarium looks like, it's better not to be a fish.

Growing up, I played softball and I was a cheerleader.

Each woman who lives in the light of eternity can fulfill her vocation, no matter if it is in marriage, in a religious order, or in a worldly profession.

The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes.

Freeform radio is an art form. The airwaves are the empty canvas, the producer is the artist, and the sound is the paint.

Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.

Would I were dead, if God's good will were so, For what is in this world but grief and woe?