Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

Charity should be spontaneous. Calculated altruism is an affront.

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

What is truth? I don't know and I'm sorry I brought it up.

Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.