As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because Im the Earth. I wont give up until the Earth gives up. – Alice Walker
In the broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. – Walt Whitman
But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. – Umberto Eco
