The Wild Begins Where You Least Expect

A Man Is An Island In The Only Sense That Matters, Not An Easy Way To Be. We Live In Mystery, A Cosmos Of Separate Lonely Bodies, Men, Insects, Stars. It Is All Loneliness And Men Know It Best.

There Are No Wrong Books. What's Wrong Is The Fear Of Them.

We Can't All Be Friends And Relatives As The World Is; Most Of Us Have To Be Strangers.

I Am Somewhat Of A Meliorist. That Is To Say, I Act As An Optimist Because I Find I Cannot Act At All, As A Pessimist. One Often Feels Helpless In The Face Of The Confusion Of These Times, Such A Mass Of Apparently Uncontrollable Events And Experiences To Live Through, Attempt To Understand, And If At All Possible, Give Order To; But One Must Not Withdraw From The Task If He Has Some Small Things To Offer - He Does So At The Risk Of Diminishing His Humanity.

Teach Yourself To Work In Uncertainty.