Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy - that's the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.

You can't slice up morals.

It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.