All The Things Of The Wild Have

Too Much Trust Is Folly, In An Imperfect World.

If Ever You Do Go Back, What Is It You Want Of Evesham?" "do I Know? [...] The Silence, It Might Be ... Or The Stillness. To Have No More Running To Do ... To Have Arrived, And Have No More Need To Run. The Appetite Changes. Now I Think It Would Be A Beautiful Thing To Be Still.

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly To Serve, But It Simplifies All Problems.

Nothing Is More Pleasing And Engaging Than The Sense Of Having Conferred Benefits. Not Even The Gratification Of Receiving Them.