This early piece of the morning is mine.

I am impressed by how much of my grandparent's life depended on continuities, contacts, connections, friendships, and blood relationships.

After a day and a half or so the traveler will realize that crossing the continent by Interstate he gets to know the country about as well as a cable messenger knows the sea bottom.

I am terribly glad to be alive; and when I have wit enough to think about it, terribly proud to be a man and an American, with all the rights and privileges that those words connote; and most of all I am humble before the responsibilities that are also mine. For no right comes without a responsibility, and being born luckier than most of the world's millions, I am also born more obligated.

It should not be denied... that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.

it is an easy mistake to think that non-talkers are non-feelers.