“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges— Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go! Rudyard Kipling
“The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. Walt Whitman