A true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the center of things.

There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but to bring the past for judgment into the thousand-eyed present, and live ever in a new day.

Travel is a fools paradise.

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

Reality is a sliding door.

The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.