Victorian Society Was Homogeneous Without Being Homogenized.

You Learn Nothing If You Carry With You A Journalistic System Of Values, Which Is Invented To Save Reporters From Experience.

Art Is The Reasoned Derangement Of The Senses.

The Meaning Of Life Can Be Revealed But Never Explained.

A White Crowned Night Sparrow Sings As The Moon Sets. Thunder Growls Far Off. Our Campfire Is A Single Light. Amongst A Hundred Peaks And Waterfalls. The Manifold Voices Of Falling Water Take All Night. Wrapped In Your Down Bag Starlight On You Cheeks And Eyelids Your Breath Comes And Goes In A Tiny Cloud In The Frosty Night. Ten Thousand Birds Sing In The Sunrise. Ten Thousand Years Revolve Without Change. All This Will Never Be Again.

Men Who Live Like Casanova Are Seldom Interested In Themselves; Their Egocentricity Does Not Give Them Time For Egotism.