We are, finally, all wanderers in search of knowledge. Most of us hold the dream of becoming something better than we are, something larger, richer, in some way more important to the world and ourselves. Too often, the way taken is the wrong way, with too much emphasis on what we want to have, rather than what we wish to become.

To a fool time brings only age not wisdom.

A little rest and meditation often saves a lot of riding over rough country.

It is better to have no emotion when it is work. Do what needs to be done, and do it coolly.

When at the typewriter I am no longer where I site but am away across the mountains, in ancient cities or on the Great Plains among the buffalo. Often I think of what pitiful fools are those who use mind-altering drugs to seek feelings they do not have, each drug taking a little more from what they have of mind, leaving them a little less. Give the brain encouragement from study, from thinking, from visualizing, and no drugs are needed.

... we must read, not only for what we read but for what it makes us think.

I have been nothing, but there is tomorrow.