A Man On Foot, On Horseback Or

There Has Never Been An 'original' Sin: Each Is Quite Banal.

Night And Day The River Flows. If Time Is The Mind Of Space, The River Is The Soul Of The Desert. Brave Boatmen Come, They Go, They Die, The Voyage Flows On Forever. We Are All Canyoneers. We Are All Passengers On This Little Mossy Ship, This Delicate Dory Sailing Round The Sun That Humans Call The Earth. Joy, Shipmates, Joy.

Saving The World Is Only A Hobby. Most Of The Time I Do Nothing.

God Is A Sound People Make When They're Too Tired To Think Anymore.

Only The Half-mad Are Wholly Alive.