A man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, and then steps in it.
A man is a lonely thing.
A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
A book is like a man – clever and dull, brave and cowardly, beautiful and ugly.
