Loren Eiseley

Man is always marveling at what he has blown apart, never at what the universe has put together, and this is his limitation.

One could not pluck a flower without troubling a star.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

One does not meet oneself until one catches the reflection from an eye other than human.

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

Tomorrow lurks in us, the latency to be all that was not achieved before.