You are not a man anymore. You are a soldier. Your comfort is of no importance and your life isn't of much importance. Most of your orders will be unpleasant, but that's not your business. They should've trained you for this, and not for flower-strewn streets. They should have built your soul with truth, not led along with lies.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

It is possible, even probable, to be told a truth about a place, to accept it, to know it and at the same time not to know anything about it.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

We can shoot rockets into space but we can't cure anger or discontent.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.