What way should Victor take in the labyrinth of beauty?— All the sixty-four radii of the compass stretched themselves out as so many fingerposts, and he had sense enough not to propose to himself any particular hour of arriving. – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com