He Who Must Travel Happily Must Travel

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time. Get Into A Fist Fight, Put Your Mind On The Strategy Of The Fight, And You Will Not Feel The Other Fellow's Punches.

When Someone Blushes, Doesn't That Mean 'yes'?

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?