once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.
H. G. WellsIt is only now and then, in a jungle, or amidst the towering white menace of a burnt or burning Australian forest, that Nature strips the moral veils from vegetation and we apprehend its stark ferocity.
H. G. WellsThis has ever been the fate of energy in security; it takes to art and to eroticism, and then comes languor and decay.
H. G. Wells