The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man's front embraces the whole universe.
If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.
The new always carries with it the sense of violation, of sacrilege. What is dead is sacred; what is new, that is different, is evil, dangerous, or subversive.
To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in.
The world dies over and over again, but the skeleton always gets up and walks.