Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
His face was filled with broken commandments.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.