Human Vitality Is So Exuberant That In

Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

To Be Surprised, To Wonder, Is To Begin To Understand. This Is The Sport, The Luxury, Special To The Intellectual Man.

We Have Not Reached Ethical Perfection In Hunting. One Never Achieves Perfection In Anything, And Perhaps It Exists Precisely So That One Can Never Achieve It. Its Purpose Is To Orient Our Conduct And To Allow Us To Measure The Progress Accomplished. In This Sense, The Advancement Achieved In The Ethics Of Hunting Is Undeniable.

To Write Well Consists Of Continuously Making Small Erosions, Wearing Away Grammar In Its Established Form, Current Norms Of Language. It Is An Act Of Permanent Rebellion And Subversion Against Social Environs.

In This Initial Illimitableness Of Possibilities That Characterizes One Who Has No Nature There Stands Out Only One Fixed, Pre-established, And Given Line By Which He May Chart His Course, Only One Limit: The Past.