I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.
We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.