Half of the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.

I am learning that a man can live profoundly without masses of things.

Solitude is an excellent laboratory in which to observe the extent to which manners and habits are conditioned by others.

Half of the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.

At the end only two things really matter to a man, regardless of who he is; and they are the affection and understanding of his family. Anything and everything else he creates are insubstantial; they are ships given over to the mercy of the winds and tides of prejudice. but the family is an everlasting anchorage, a quiet harbor where a man's ships can be left to swing to the moorings of pride and loyalty.

I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the wind cups ceased their gentle turning as the cold killed the breeze. My frozen breath hung like a cloud overhead. The day was dying, the night was being born-but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it!

A man doesn't begin to attain wisdom until he recognizes he is no longer indispensable.