There is a lot of music in the world that I love that does not always get the appropriate exposure.
Wilderness without wildlife is just scenery.
It is almost as hard for us to sense our own species quality as it is to sense our species smell.
Like a community sing, a howl is a happy occasion. Wolves love to howl. When it is started, they instantly seek contact with one another, troop together, fur to fur. Some wolves will run from any distance, panting and bright-eyed, to join in, uttering, as they near, fervent little wows, jaws wide, hardly able to wait to sing.
The wolf's clear, intelligent eyes brushed mine. The wolf is gentle-hearted. Not noble, not cowardly, just nonfighting.
Wolves. . . are a balance wheel of nature.
Ready made opinions can be distributed day by day through the press, radio, and so on, again and again, till they reach the nerve cell and implant a fixed pattern in the brain. Consequently, guided public opinion is the result, according to Pavlovian theoreticians, of good propaganda technique, and the polls [are] a verification of the temporary successful action of the Pavlovian machinations on the mind.
The ideas within this philosophy are certainly not exclusive to any writer.
I am almost sick and giddy with the quantity of things in my head, all tempting and wanting to be worked out.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.