A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
—Lao Tzu (604 BC – 531 BC)
13 November 2013
12 November 2013
11 November 2013
In rememberance…
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
—John McCrae (1872–1918)
10 November 2013
9 November 2013
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.
—Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
8 November 2013
6 November 2013
5 November 2013
We are travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.
—Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
