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

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

Our religion keeps reminding us that we aren't just will and thoughts. We're also sand and wind and thunder. Rain. The seasons. All those things. You learn to respect everything because you are everything. If you respect yourself, you respect all things.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.

Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.