To those at the great house it means nothing, this handful of earth, but to me it means how much!" (Buck, 57)

Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.

It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us.

I am comforted by life's stability, by earth's unchangeableness. What has seemed new and frightening assumes its place in the unfolding of knowledge. It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us.