The saints are the sinners who keep on going

No man is useless who has a friend, and if we are loved we are indispensable.

It is perhaps a more fortunate destiny to have a taste for collecting shells than to be born a millionaire

To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying "Amen" to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to keep your soul alive.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfo

Teacher, tender comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life