Brave words. Easy to write when one was young and death was still skulking over a distant hill somewhere... - Pg. 82
The destination of the journey could not be altered, only the manner in which one approached it - whether one chose to walk erect or to be dragged complaining through the dust.
Civilization was a relentless war that man was doomed to lose eventually. - Pg. 195
People perish. Books are immortal.
Nature has granted man no better gift than the shortness of life. The senses grow dull, the limbs are numb, sight, bearing, gait, even the teeth and alimentary organs die before we do, and yet this period is reckoned a portion of life." - Pg. 82
And the great thing about money is that it doesn’t matter when you harvest it. It’s an all-year crop.
Men mistook measurement for understanding. And they always had to put themselves at the center of everything. That was their greatest conceit. The earth is becoming warmer-it must be our fault! The mountain is destroying us-we have not propitiated th...
For them, it was just an ordinary miracle.
