Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

Here I was at the end of America...no more land...and nowhere was nowhere to go but back

The bus roared on. I was going home in October. Everybody goes home in October.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.

We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).