Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in a automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at a terrific speed and driven by a four-year-old child. The signposts along the way are all marked "progress."

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.

Logic, like whiskey, loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.