I shall go on some last wilderness trip, to a place I have known and loved. I shall not return.

I have been thinking more and more that I shall always be a lone wanderer of the wilderness. God, how the trail lures me. You cannot comprehend its resistless fascination for me. After all, the lone trail is bestI'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.

I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything to an anticlimax.

I have seen almost more beauty than I can bear.

I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.

Happiness lies in a large measure of self-forgetfulness, either in work . . . or in the love of others. ♥

I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more intensely and richly. why muck and conceal one's true longings and loves, when by speaking of them one might find someone to understand them, and by acting on them one might discover oneself?