“We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.”
“We will not conquer our obstacles by running away from them. Speed does not matter, just that we do not stop.”
“Far away if first black, But it shall be back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.”
“When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.”
“Everything we run away from has power over us; everything we go through, we conquer!”
“Why do we keep believing that we can control nature,even as it banishes us repeatedly from our homes in search of new fertile ground?”