Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.

How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.

That is the road we all have to take - over the Bridge of Sighs into eternity.

Life on the road can get a little one-dimensional. I didn't want to reach 40 and have to say all I'd done was look out the window of a tour bus and get drunk.

There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.