It's not going to do any good to land on Mars if we're stupid.

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

You don’t question Providence. If you can’t have the reality, a dream is just as good.

Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.

[He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.