The four horsemen of the prairie are tornado, locust, drought, and fire, and the greatest of these is fire, a rider with two faces because for everything taken, it makes a return in equal measure.

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.

At the beginning we learn to travel, then we travel to learn.

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.