Why do men carry guns and build prison camps, when the nurturing earth is made for freedom?
Time at length becomes justice.
Traveling is seeing; it is the implicit that we travel by.
To want to be what one can be is purpose in life.
Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey. Nothing shakes the heart so much as meeting-far, far away-what you last met at home.
What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.