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

In one form or another, conscious or unconscious, we have all become propagandists; integrity alone can keep us truthful.

Risk is the salt and sugar of life.

youth looks at its world and age looks through it; youth must get busy on problems whose outlines stand single and strenuous before it, while age can, with luck, achieve a cosmic private harmony unsuited for action as a rule.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

Style is something peculiar to one person; it expresses one personality and one only; it cannot be shared.

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.