The Place Where You Lose The Trail

Evil Can Be A Teacher, If You Look At The Wisdom Of Its Negative Power.

A Lost Trail Always Extends Beyond The Evidence, And Even The Trails We Find Are Only Fragments Of The Trails That Lie Beyond Our Comprehension.

I Don't See How Anybody Could Have A Passion For Nature Without Having An Equally Developed Tolerance For The Cold.

A Prison! Heav'ns, I Loath The Hated Name, Famine's Metropolis, The Sink Of Shame, A Nauseous Sepulchre, Whose Craving Womb Hourly Inters Poor Mortals In Its Tomb; By Ev'ry Plague And Ev'ry Ill Possess'd, Ev'n Purgatory Itself To Thee 's A Jest.

Complacency Makes One As Guilty As Those Who Destroy The Earth.