Man In A Word Has No Nature;

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

When You Are Fed Up With The Troublesome Present, You Take Your Gun, Whistle For Your Dog, Go Out To The Mountain, And, Without Further Ado, Give Yourself The Pleasure During A Few Hours Or A Few Days Of Being "paleolithic."

Life Is A Series Of Collisions With The Future; It Is Not The Sum Of What We Have Been, But What We Yearn To Be.

The Choice Of A Point Of View Is The Initial Act Of A Culture.

There May Be As Much Nobility In Being Last As In Being First, Because The Two Positions Are Equally Necessary In The World, The One To Complement The Other.