Children set off each day without a worry in the world. Everything is near at hand; the worst material conditions are fine. The woods are white or black, one will never sleep.
I learned more about economics from one South Dakota dust storm than I did in all my years at college.
Life — and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison — is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
And what is the potential man, after all? Is he not the sum of all that is human? Divine, in other words?
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.
