Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.

Never Explain Anything

I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.

It is good to be a cynic - it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all.