Suppose I was to tell you that it's just beauty that's calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell which lures me, the need of freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on----in quest of the secret which is hidden over there----beyond the horizon?

The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!

Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.

When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors.

It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.

Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see—and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble on toward nowhere, for no good reason!

We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.