As for men, those myriad little detached ponds with their own swarming corpuscular life, what were they but a way that water has of going about beyond the reach of rivers?

It was the failures who had always won, but by the time they won they had come to be called successes.

I no longer cared about survival...I merely loved.

Each and all, we are riding into the dark. Even living, we cannot remember half the events of our own days.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

Man inhabits a realm half in and half out of nature, his mind reaching forever beyond the tool, the uniformity, the law, into some realm which is that of the mind alone.

God knows how many things a man misses by becoming smug and assuming that matters will take their own course.