Nature and Elements

I believe that all creatures who can have young ones together are very much the same.

The psychological roots of war are, in my opinion, biologically rooted in the aggressive nature of the male creature… Some animals—the bull and the rooster—surpass us in this regard.

O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee bird,

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,

Two Voices are there; one is of the sea,

One impulse from a vernal wood

A violet by a mossy stone

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

The rainbow comes and goes,

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

When Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps.

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew … Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;

The English country gentleman galloping after a fox—the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.

Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren,

’Tis just like a summer birdcage in a garden; the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair, and are in a consumption, for fear they shall never get out.

We are merely the stars’ tennis-balls, struck and bandied

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the colour purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

Ter sunt conati imponere Pelio Ossam Scilicet atque Ossae frondosum involvere Olympum;