You never feel better than when you start feeling good after you've been feeling bad.

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

Whoever the last true cowboy in America turns out to be, he's likely to be an Indian.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.

The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday. Who ever heard the returning traveler exclaim over one of the great motels of the world he stayed in? Motels can be big, but never grand.

The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one's self a fool.