The Wanderlust Has Got Me...

The Only Society I Like Is Rough And Tough, And The Tougher The Better. There's Where You Get Down To Bedrock And Meet Human People.

Our Breath Is Brief, And Being So Let's Make Our Heaven Here Below, And Lavish Kindness As We Go.

I Have No Doubts That The Devil Grins, As Seas Of Ink I Spatter. Ye Gods, Forgive My “literary” Sins – The Other Kind Don’t Matter.

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.

And Each Forgets, As He Strips And Runs With A Brilliant, Fitful Pace, It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race. And Each Forgets That His Youth Has Fled, Forgets That His Prime Is Past, Till He Stands One Day, With A Hope That's Dead, In The Glare Of The Truth At Last.