I would like to sit still for a while but I'm restless you know and sitting still is only an ideal like celibacy and complete cleanliness.

A fallow field is a sin.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.

A book is like a man - clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly. For every flowering thought there will be a page like a wet and mangy mongrel, and for every looping flight a tap on the wing and a reminder that wax cannot hold the feathers firm too near the sun.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.

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