When young, you're shocked by the number of people who turn out to have feet of clay. Older, you're surprised by the number of people who don't.
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
The only joy in the world is to begin.
The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
Spirit, who are you?' Andy demanded. Bobby remained silent, his entire body strained, his lips tightly together, his eyes bulging out. He was taking frantic, short breaths through his nose. His face was crimson. Spirit,' said Andy, 'I command you to tell us who you are in Jesus' name!' Don't you mention that name!' the spirit hissed and then cursed. I will mention that name again and again,' said Hank. You know that name has defeated you.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.
Democracy is beautiful in theory; in practice it is a fallacy.
Truth, for any man, is that which makes him a man.