There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.
The essence of love is kindness.
Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted mostly.
The smack of California earth shall linger on the palate of your grandson.
We must accept life for what it actually is - a challenge to our quality without which we should never know of what stuff we are made, or grow to our full stature.
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.