A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

Instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of cliches, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising.

Only a fool is astonished by the foolishness of mankind.

Paradise for a happy man lies in his own good nature.

You long for success? Start at the bottom; dig down.