Life Is Already Too Short To Waste

To Die Alone, On Rock Under Sun At The Brink Of The Unknown, Like A Wolf, Like A Great Bird, Seems To Me Very Good Fortune Indeed.

An Economic System Which Can Only Expand Or Expire Must Be False To All That Is Human.

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.

Apuleius Married A Rich Widow, Then Wrote _the Golden Ass_.

All Living Things On Earth Are Kindred.