We Are All Prisoner, But The Name

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man. Other Forms Of Transport Grow Daily More Nightmarish. Only The Bicycle Remains Pure In Heart.

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.

The Entry Of A Child Into Any Situation Changes The Whole Situation.