It's Nice To Start Journeys Pleasantly, Even

Quality... You Know What It Is, Yet You Don't Know What It Is.

A Motorcycle Functions Entirely In Accordance With The Laws Of Reason, And A Study Of The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance Is Really A Miniature Study Of The Art Of Rationality Itself.

It's Paradoxical That Where People Are The Most Closely Crowded, In The Big Coastal Cities In The East And West, The Loneliness Is The Greatest... The Explanation, I Suppose, Is That The Physical Distance Between People Has Nothing To Do With Loneliness. It's Psychic Distance...

There Is A Perennial Classical Question That Asks Which Part Of The Motorcycle, Which Grain Of Sand In Which Pile, Is The Buddha. Obviously To Ask That Question Is To Look In The Wrong Direction, For The Buddha Is Everywhere. But Just As Obviously To Ask The Question Is To Look In The Right Direction, For The Buddha Is Everwhere.

I Go On Living, More From Force Of Habit Than Anything Else.