If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out.

If you don't know why you like a thing, it is usually worth your while to attempt to find out.

How fragile we are under the sheltering sky. Behind the sheltering sky is a vast dark universe, and we're just so small.

You will find yourself among people. There is no help for this nor should you want it otherwise. The passages where no one waits are dark and hard to navigate. The wet walls touch your shoulders on each side. When the trees were there I cared that they were there. And now they are gone, does it matter? The passages where no one waits go on and give no promise of an end. You will find yourself among people, Faces, clothing, teeth and hair and words, and many words When there was life, I said that life was wrong. What do I say now? You understand?

Life is lived only once. And the less seriously the better.

[A]nother important difference between tourist and traveler is that the former accepts his own civilization without question; not so the traveler, who compares it with the others, and rejects those elements he finds not to his liking.

The sky hides the night behind it and shelters the people beneath from the horror that lies above.