In our rather stupid time, hunting is belittled and misunderstood, many refusing to see it for the vital vacation from the human condition that it is, or to acknowledge that the hunter does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, he kills in order to have hunted.

We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfection upon another person. One day, the fantasy evaporates and with it, love dies.

The characteristic of the hour is that the commonplace mind, knowing itself to be commonplace, has the assurance to proclaim the rights of the commonplace and to impose them wherever it will.

Men play at tragedy because they do not believe in the reality of the tragedy which is actually being staged in the civilised world

The past will not tell us what we ought to do, but... what we ought to avoid.

Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.

Life is the external text, the burning bush by the edge of the path from which God speaks.