We Are, All Of Us, Poor Wretches,

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

While To Live In The Past And Think Of What Was Good And Beautiful About It Amounts To A Sort Of Seasoning Of The Present, The Perennial Wait For Tomorrow Is Bound To Result In Chronic Discontent That Poisons One's Entire Outlook.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.