The adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature's sustaining and poetic spirit.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

Love is scary. But not as scary as living without the one person who makes your life worth living.

Just as a stressful life can make you depressed, continuing exposure to stressors maintains depression.

The borders of man, defined by politics, war, and faith - all three manifestations of delusion - meant even more to gods.

Now, you always know there's going to be some compromise when you're doing something for television, and especially network television.

Today, recall a favorite memory, which serves as a gateway to uplifting feelings and thoughts.

Chess is neither a science nor an art. It is what human nature most delights in--a fight.

I wasn't the cutest or the most talented, but I could get through the question-and-answer period.

The idea of losing someone that you love could throw you into a situation where you could not see your future and you really would be living in the past.

The older you get, the more yourself you can be and the less worried you are about what other people think.