Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.