Man's Body Is Faulty, His Mind Untrustworthy,

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

I Have Seen Dawn And Sunset On Moors And Windy Hills Coming In Solemn Beauty Like Slow Old Tunes Of Spain.

Death Opens Unknown Doors. It Is Most Grand To Die.

Humans Consist Of Body, Mind And Imagination. Our Bodies Are Faulty, Our Minds Untrustworthy, But Our Imagination Has Made Us Remarkable.

Off Cape Horn There Are But Two Kinds Of Weather, Neither One Of Them A Pleasant Kind.