Happiness Is A Kind Of Gratitude And

It Is Not Ignorance But Knowledge Which Is The Mother Of Wonder.

The Mind Leaps, And Leaps Perhaps With A Sort Of Elation, Through The Immensities Of Space, But The Spirit, Frightened And Cold, Longs To Have Once More Above Its Head The Inverted Bowl Beyond Which May Lie Whatever Paradise Its Desires May Create.

It Is Not A Sentimental, But A Grimly Literal Fact That Unless We Share This Terrestrial Globe With Creatures Other Than Ourselves, We Shall Not Be Able To Live On It For Long.

And The Thing Which Is Missing Is Love, Some Feeling For, As Well As Some Understanding Of, The Inclusive Community Of Rocks And Soils, Plants And Animals, Of Which We Are A Part.

We Have Not Merely Escaped From Something But Into Something... We Have Joined The Greatest Of All Communities, Which Is Not That Of Man Alone But Of Everything Which Shares With Us The Great Adventure Of Being Alive.