For Those Who Know The Value Of

From Every Ruin, Life Springs Up Again And Everything That Dies Is Born Again.

Now More Than Ever Do I Realize That I Will Never Be Content With A Sedentary Life, That I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

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 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.

I Feel Alone, Free, And Detached From Everything In The World, And I'm Happy.