To walk because it is good for you warps the sould, just as it warps the soul for a man to talk for hire or because he think it his duty. – Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten em. – Hilaire Belloc
Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography. – Hilaire Belloc
How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk. – Author unknown, from New York Times editorial, “The Walk,” 25 October 1967