The Sea Drives Truth Into A Man

I Put My Pencil Upon The Paper, Doubtfully, And Drew Little Lines, Considering My Theme. But I Would Not Long Hesitate In This Manner, For I Knew That All Creation Must Be Chaos First, And Then Gestures In The Void Before It Can Cast Out The Completed Thing.

We Wander For Distraction, But We Travel For Fulfillment.

I Have Wandered All My Life, And I Have Also Traveled; The Difference Between The Two Being This, That We Wander For Distraction, But We Travel For Fulfillment.

We Cannot Make Owners By Merely Giving Men Something To Own. And, I Repeat, Whether There Be Sufficient Desire For Property Left Upon Which We Can Work, Only Experience Can Decide.

The Llama Is A Woolly Sort Of Fleecy Hairy Goat, With An Indolent Expression And An Undulating Throat; Like An Unsuccessful Literary Man.