Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.

Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance.

... I want to be one of those people who are always to be found at home, nice restful people whom everybody likes because they give a feeling of permanence to this rushing world.

The monstrosity of bureaucracy, I thought: always the pint-pot judging the gallon, the scribe's, the door-keeper's world. Always the stupidity of people who feel certain about things they never try to find out. A world that educates people to be ignorant - that is what this world of ours is.

advertisement ... has brought our disregard for truth into the open without even a figleaf to cover it.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

Nearly all trouble comes from mis-timing.