The Seas Are The Heart's

We Need Another And A Wiser And A Perhaps More Mystical Concept Of Animals.

The Quality Of Life, Which In The Ardour Of Spring Was Personal And Sexual, Becomes Social In Midsummer.

Poetry Is As Necessary To Comprehension As Science. It Is As Impossible To Live Without Reverence As It Is Without Joy.

If There Is One Thing Clear About The Centuries Dominated By The Factory And The Wheel, It Is That Although The Machine Can Make Everything From A Spoon To A Landing-craft, A Natural Joy In Earthly Living Is Something It Never Has And Never Will Be Able To Manufacture.

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.