For Me, Trees Have Always

All Interpretation, All Psychology, All Attempts To Make Things Comprehensible, Require The Medium Of Theories, Mythologies, And Lies.

Without Words, Without Writing And Without Books There Would Be No History, There Could Be No Concept Of Humanity.

What Constitutes A Real, Live Human Being Is More Of A Mystery Than Ever These Days, And Men Each One Of Whom Is A Valuable, Unique Experiment On The Part Of Nature Are Shot Down Wholesale.

Each Man Had Only One Genuine Vocation To Find The Way To Himself.

All Life Was A Breath Exhaled By God. All Dying Was A Breath Inhaled By God.