We All Travel The Milky

It May Not Be Easy, Life Isn't Easy, But Dreams Keep You Alive.

In This Silent, Serene Wilderness The Weary Can Gain A Heart-bath In Perfect Peace.

Everybody Needs Beauty As Well As Bread.

If I Should Be Fated To Walk No More With Nature, Be Compelled To Leave All I Most Devoutly Love In The Wilderness, Return To Civilization And Be Twisted Into The Characterless Cable Of Society, Then These Sweet, Free, Cumberless Rovings Will Be As Chinks And Slits On Life's Horizon, Through Which I May Obtain Glimpses Of The Treasures That Lie In God's Wilds Beyond My Reach.

Go Quietly Alone, No Harm Will Befall You.