Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you’re the funniest person you’ve ever heard of.

There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.

Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear.

You’d have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I’d probably want to die in San Sebastian.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.

Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

The question is not, ‚Do you have a problem?‘ The question is, ‚Does the problem have you?‘

Sevier County is a great area.

We are at the very beginning of time for the human race. It is not unreasonable that we grapple with problems. But there are tens of thousands of years in the future. Our responsibility is to do what we can, learn what we can, improve the solutions, and pass them on.

You and I come by road or rail, but economists travel on infrastructure.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

The fact is: It’s true what they say about the United States. It is a land of opportunity. It is too various to get bored with it.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.

When I was two, a dragonfly flew near me. A man knocked it to the ground and trod on it. I remember crying because I’d caused the dragonfly to be killed.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Especially for those of us who lived in single cells, you had the time to sit down and think, and we discovered that sitting down just to think is one of the best ways of keeping yourself fresh and able, to be able to address the problems facing you, and you had the opportunity, also, of examining your past.

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

There have been times that I’ve wept as I’ve gone from city to city and I’ve seen how far people have wandered from God.

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.

Unless I am both capable of and willing to reopen the wound every time I write a song, if I choose to not look inside myself to write music, I’m really not worth being called an artist at all.

Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?

If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?

I suppose we need not go mourning the buffaloes. In the nature of things, they had to give place to better cattle, though the change might have been made without barbarous wickedness.

If I’m in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most uniquely Roman of pastas, in some crummy little joint where Romans eat. I’d much rather do that than go to the Vatican. That’s Rome to me.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

I’ve been here before and will come again, but I’m not going this trip through.

No one can live without relationship. You may withdraw into the mountains, become a monk, a sannyasi, wander off into the desert by yourself, but you are related. You cannot escape from that absolute fact. You cannot exist in isolation.

The human animal originally came from out-of-doors. When spring begins to move in his bones, he just must get out again. Moreover, as civilization, cement pavements, office buildings, radios have overwhelmed us, the need for regeneration has increased, and the impulses are even stronger.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

In all my wild mountaineering, I have enjoyed only one avalanche ride; and the start was so sudden, and the end came so soon, I thought but little of the danger that goes with this sort of travel, though one thinks fast at such times.

What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.

The time when most of you should withdraw into yourself is when you are forced to be in a crowd.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

I’m aware that, whatever the circumstances, there will always be speculation about me.

Good men by nature, wish to know. I know that many will call this useless work… men who desire nothing but material riches and are absolutely devoid of that of wisdom, which is the food and only true riches of the mind.

Most of one’s life is one prolonged effort to prevent oneself thinking.

I want to work; then, as my kids get older, I want to have adventures. I want to visit all their countries: learn and live inside all their cultures.

Every natural object is a conductor of divinity and only by coming into contact with them… may we be filled with the Holy Ghost.

If human beings were shown what they’re really like, they’d either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves.

The faster you go, the shorter you are.

I know my flaws before other people point them out to me.

People from all over the world come to London wanting to make their own mark on it, and they add to the energy and vitality of the capital. It’s got a bit busier since the ’60s, but the more the merrier!

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Nature hates calculators.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Fuel prices are at the center of our lives. They affect our ability to travel, stay warm, and feed ourselves.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Truths and roses have thorns about them.