I distinguish two types of human beings, Love people, who love the sky and the flowers, and Power People, who are essentially sold on naked power.

We all have to meet our match sometime or other.

We are all human and fall short of where we need to be. We must never stop trying to be the best we can be.

If you want to bless me you can bless my bottom, for it is sticking out of the hole.

You know how you let yourself think that everything will be all right if you can only get to a certain place or do a certain thing. But when you get there you find it's not that simple.

Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he has known is dead, although he does not disbelieve it, he may well fail to comprehend it and later ask--perhaps more than once--where the dead person is and when he is coming back.

People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland becomes too constant and too loud.

Rabbits need dignity and above all the will to accept their fate.

There is nothing that cuts you down to size like coming to some strange and marvelous place where no one even stops to notice that you stare about you.