Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

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

Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.

No yesterdays on the road.

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.

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. Maybe the only gift is a chance to inquire, to know nothing for certain. An inheritance of wonder and nothing more.