“The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one’s toes on the gravestones.” ― Émile Zola“Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne“Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one’s painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm rain.”― Milan Kundera“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.” ― E.E. Cummings“Solitude is the house of peace.” ― T.F. Hodge“…the ghosts you chase you never catch.” ― John Malkovich“I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.” ― William Golding“He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life.” – Jon KrakauerA Wave is LifeInfinite IntrospectionThe Space BetweenThe Colour of Spiritual Kinship“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ― Ansel AdamsEndless Summer
