Travel by sea nearly approximates the bliss of babyhood. They feed you, rock you gently to sleep and when you wake up, they take care of you and feed you again.

Wit is a treacherous dart. It is perhaps the only weapon with which it is possible to stab oneself in one's own back.

It is not good a sleping hound to wake.

I had a lot of travel (Monday) and hopefully it didn't show too much. I got a good sleep (Monday night). I kept my shifts short.

It's a real advantage. It's a drain on young kids to travel. They don't eat regularly and don't sleep regularly. (Holding the state tournament in Columbus is a) tremendous advantage.

The Road goes ever on and on Out from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, Let others follow it who can! Let them a journey new begin, But I at last with weary feet Will turn towards the lighted inn, My evening-rest and sleep to meet.