They listened for a while to the perfect music of the wind and rain and night. To the fire and the simmering kettle. - Edward Abbey

The itch for naming things is almost as bad as the itch for possessing things. Let them and leave them alone — they'll survive for a few more thousand years, more or less, without any glorification from us.

We are caught,” continued the good doctor, “in the iron treads of a technological juggernaut. A mindless machine. With a breeder reactor for a heart.

I thought I was wrong once, but I found out later that I was mistaken. (Seldom Seen Smith)