The First Night Is The Worst Possible

Traveling Carries With It The Curse Of Being At Home Everywhere And Yet Nowhere, For Wherever One Is Some Part Of Oneself Remains On Another Continent.

There Is No Way Anything Of Value Can Be Done Without Some Framework. It Might Well Be That The Framework Is Discarded Or The Rules Opposed; That Is Not Important. What Is Essential Is That They Exist So That One Knows When One Is In Opposition To Them.

The First Night Is The Worst Possible Time To Make A Hard And Fast Criticism: The Baby Never Looks Its Best On The Day It Is Born.

Life Forms Illogical Patterns. It Is Haphazard And Full Of Beauties Which I Try To Catch As They Fly By, For Who Knows Whether Any Of Them Will Ever Return?

Generally Speaking, We Are All Happier When We Are Still Striving For Achievement Than When The Prize Is In Our Hands.