Since we have explored the maze so long without result, it follows, for poor human reason, that we cannot have to explore much longer; close by must be the centre, with a champagne luncheon and a piece of ornamental water. How if there were no centre at all, but just one alley after another, and the whole world a labyrinth without end or issue?

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894) Scottish essayist, novelist, poet

Essay (1878-03), “Crabbed Age and Youth,” Cornhill Magazine, Vol. 37
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Collected in Virginibus Puerisque and Other Papers, ch. 2 (1881).