I Am Full Of The

We Are, All Of Us, Poor Wretches, And Those Who Prefer Not To Understand This Are Even Worse Off Than The Rest Of Us.

Life On The Open Road Is Liberty... To Be Alone, To Have Few Needs, To Be Unknown, Everywhere A Foreigner And At Home, And To Walk Grandly And Solitarily In Conquest Of The World.

While To Live In The Past And Think Of What Was Good And Beautiful About It Amounts To A Sort Of Seasoning Of The Present, The Perennial Wait For Tomorrow Is Bound To Result In Chronic Discontent That Poisons One's Entire Outlook.

But The Vagrant Owns The Whole Vast Earth That Ends Only At The Nonexistent Horizon, And His Empire Is An Intangible One, For His Domination And Enjoyment Of It Are Things Of The Spirit.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.