No matter how you travel, how ‘successful’ your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he’s hungry and sleep when he’s sleepy.
My witness is the empty sky.
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.
My story is endless. I put in a teletype roll, you know, you know what they are, you have them in newspapers, and run it through there and fix the margins and just go, go – just go, go, go.
My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all, for all this creation, created to fall.
Maybe that’s what life is, a wink of the eye, and winking stars…
Mankind is like dogs, not gods – as long as you don’t get mad they’ll bite you – but stay mad and you’ll never be bitten. Dogs don’t respect humility and sorrow.
Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.
Living: – the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change.
