[T]he hours are even now never so full of gain as when I give them to the sky, the sea, the open wold. Why should we grudge Nature our heart? We might as well grudge it to the God who made the world. – Adeline Sergeant, The Story of a Penitent Soul: Being the Private Papers of Mr.

I like too many things and get all confused and hung up running from one falling star to another till I drop. – Jack Kerouac, On the Road #infj