When Reinhold Messner returned from the first solo climb of Everest, he was severely dehydrated, and utterly exhausted; he fell down most of the last part of the descent, and collapsed on the Rongbuk glacier, and he was crawling over it on hands and knees when the woman who was his entire support team reached him; and he looked up at her out of a delirium, and said, “Where are all my friends?

It was a world of acts, and words had no more influence on acts than the sound of a waterfall has on the flow of the stream.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

Habits begin to form at the very first repetition. After that there is a tropism toward repetition, for the patterns involved are defenses , bulwarks against time and despair.

Money equals power; power makes the law; and law makes government.

Historical analogy is the last refuge of people who can't grasp the current situation.

In the beginning was the dream, and the work of disenchantment never ends.