It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.
The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.
I wondered whether the scientific modern brain could not get to the stage of realising that Space is not an empty homogeneous medium, but full of intricate differences, intelligible and real, though not with our common reality.
A fool tries to look different: a clever man looks the same and is different.
It's a great life, if you don't weaken.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.