Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war. – Loren Eiseley
They are the guiding oracles which man has found out for himself in that great business of ours, of learning how to be, to do, to do without, and to depart. – John Morley
