...arranging the journey was so difficult. Getting home again was much easier.
Man invents the most inhuman armaments to assault others so like himself that uniforms are needed to distinguish between friend and foe.
We have always been taught that navigation is the result of civilization but modern archeology has demonstrated very clearly that this is not so.
Progress is man's ability to complicate simplicity.
Borders I have never seen one. But I have heard they exist in the minds of some people.
Circumstances cause us to act the way we do. We should always bear this in mind before judging the actions of others. I realized this from the start during World War II.
I don't believe in war as a solution to any kind of conflict nor do I believe in heroism on the battlefield because I have never seen any.
For every minute the future is becoming the past.
It is progress when a centuries-old oak is cut down to give space for a road sign.
Therefore I feel convinced that any political picture can be changed to suit the needs of the powers that be.
In my experience it is rarer to find a really happy person in a circle of millionaires than among vagabonds.
One learns more from listening than speaking. And both the wind and the people who continue to live close to nature still have much to tell us which we cannot hear within university walls.
In fighting nature man can win every battle except the last. If he should win that too he will perish like an embryo cutting its own umbilical cord.
I also believe that when one dies one may wake up to the reality that proves that time does not exist.
It is progress when weapons are improved to kill more people at a longer range.