August Creates As She Slumbers, Replete And

The Wilderness And The Idea Of Wilderness Is One Of The Permanent Homes Of The Human Spirit.

Is It Wholly Fantastic To Admit The Possibility That Nature Herself Strove Toward What We Call Beauty? Face To Face With Any One Of The Elaborate Flowers Which Man's Cultivation Has Had Nothing To Do With, It Does Not Seem Fantastic To Me. We Put Survival First. But When We Have A Margin Of Safety Left Over, We Expend It In The Search For The Beautiful. Who Can Say That Nature Does Not Do The Same?

There Are Some Optimists Who Search Eagerly For The Skunk Cabbage Which In February Sometimes Pushes Itself Up Through The Ice, And Who Call It A Sign Of Spring. I Wish That I Could Feel That Way About It, But I Do Not. The Truth Of The Matter, To Me, Is Simply That Skunk Cabbage Blooms In The Winter Time.

Metaphysics May Be, After All, Only The Art Of Being Sure Of Something That Is Not So And Logic Only The Art Of Going Wrong With Confidence.

The Cockroach And The Bird Were Both Here Long Before We Were. Both Could.