Those Whose Conscience Demands That They Defy

Any Euphemism Ceases To Be Euphemistic After A Time And The True Meaning Begins To Show Through. It's A Losing Game, But We Keep On Trying.

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

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

Poetry, Mythology, And Religion Represent The World As Man Would Like To Have It, While Science Represents The World As He Gradually Comes To Discover It.

The Snow Itself Is Lonely Or, If You Prefer, Self-sufficient. There Is No Other Time When The Whole World Seems Composed Of One Thing And One Thing Only.