I roamed the countryside searching for answers to things I did not understand.
Staring at the stars was like staring backward in time, since some stars are so far away that their light takes millions of years just to reach us. That we see stars not as they look now, but as they were when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The whole concept just struck me as…amazing somehow.
The most difficult challenge that Governments have faced since the dinosaurs roamed the earth.
She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. . . Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. . . The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.