Descartes spent far too much time in bed subject to the persistent hallucination that he was thinking. You are not free from a similar disorder.

The continual cracking of your feet on the road makes a certain quantity of road come up into you. When a man dies they say he returns to clay but too much walking fills you up with clay far sooner (or buries bits of you along the road) and brings your death half-way to meet you. It is not easy to know what is the best way to move yourself from one place to another.

The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of "gathering".

A wise old owl once lived in a wood, the more he heard the less he said, the less he said the more he heard, let's emulate that wise old bird.

I saw that my witticism was unperceived and quietly replaced it in the treasury of my mind.

The first beginnings of wisdom...is to ask questions but never to answer any.

Strange enlightenments are vouchsafed to those who seek the higher places.