The Victor Belongs To The Spoils.

Exploration Was For Those With A Measure Of Peasant Blood, Those With Big Thighs And Thick Ankles Who Could Take Punishment As They Took Bread And Salt, On Every Inch Of Flesh And Spirit.

So They Were Desperately In Love And Being Desperately In Love Involves A Desperate Existence.

Great Art Is The Contempt Of A Great Man For Small Art.

There's No Substitute For Will. Sometimes You Have To Fake Will When You Don't Feel It At All.

Progress Was A Labyrinth ... People Plunging Blindly In And Then Rushing Wildly Back, Shouting That They Had Found It ... The Invisible King-the élan Vital-the Principle Of Evolution ... Writing A Book, Starting A War, Founding A School.