Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.

At the beginning we learn to travel, then we travel to learn.

Historical awareness is a kind of resurrection.

You never feel better than when you start feeling good after you've been feeling bad.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

Beware thoughts that come in the night. They aren't turned properly; they come in askew, free of sense and restriction, deriving from the most remote of sources.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.