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

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

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

Always, I want to live more intensely and richly.

I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the street car and the star sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.

I have been in many beautiful places, and did not wish to taste, but to drink deep.

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.