Quotes About Discovery

Your days are like pages, the chapters unread. You have to keep turning your book has no end.

Maybe you've tumbled a world for me. And I don't know what I can build in my world's place.

My friend Jack Wagner has often, in Mexico, assumed this state of being. Let us say we wanted to walk in the streets of Mexico ity but not at random. We would choose some article almost certain not to exist there and then diligently try to find it.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.

The other night I discovered that 50 feet from our house,through a break in the trees, you can see St Michael's Tor at Glastonbury...There is no question that there is magic here and all kinds of magic. (Bruton 1959)

Na jaren van zwoegen merken we dat we geen reis maken, maar dat de reis on maakt. Reisleiders, dienstregelingen, reserveringen, star en onvermijdelijk, doen hun uiterste best om de persoonlijkheid van de reis te slopen.

But from the start I had withheld from him any information about the giant redwoods. It seemed to me that a Long Island poodle who had made his devoirs to Sequoia sempervirens or Sequoia gigantea might be set apart from other dogs--might even be like that Galahad who saw the Grail. The concept is staggering.

In his middle life, at about the time such things were known about, it was discovered that, he had pernicious anemia. It is possible that his virtue lived on a lack of energy.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live...

He climbed ecstatic mountains and floundered in the rocky darkness between the peaks.

Says one time he went out in the wilderness to find his own soul, an' he foun' he didn' have no soul that was his'n. Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good 'less it was with the rest, an' was whole.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. Lord! I wish I could go.

He was proud of her wild, exploring mind.

Without travel, writing dies.

They reminded him of something—what was it?—some memory, some picture. He strove to find it and then it came of itself. It rose out of the years complete with all its colours and its cries, its crowded feelings.

When he read his father's books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy. Very

But why couldn't she tell me? Why did I have to discover- Because you couldn't receive it. Because in your smallness you had not the graciousness to receive this gift. You cannot live because you have not ever looked at life. You crush loveliness on the rocks of your stinking pride. I wonder if you ever could understand.

Says one time he went out in the wilderness to find his own soul, an' he foun' he didn' have no soul that was his'n. Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good, 'cause his little piece of a soul wasn't no good 'less it was with the rest, an' was whole.

Cada viaje, safari o exploración es una entidad, diferente de todos los demás viajes. Tiene personalidad, temperamento, individualidad, carácter único. Un viaje es una persona en sí; no hay dos iguales. Y los planes, las salvaguardas, el control y la coerción son todos infructuosos. Descubrimos tras años de lucha que no hacemos un viaje: nos hace él a nosotros.

live your way into the answer.1 —RAINER MARIA RILKE'S ADVICE TO A YOUNG POET

The step from using steel for strengthening masonry to using steel to carry the masonry might not seem enormous, but, as Harvey Wiley Corbett pointed out in The New York Times, Buffington's step was the single most momentous discovery in the history of building since the days of Rome. Architecture was freed from the shackles of stone weight and was made flexible. Buildings

One does not go to Moscow to get fat.