The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit, till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff. |
The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is. |
The surest sign of age is loneliness. |
There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable. |
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind. |
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. |
You can't test courage cautiously. |