I Run To Breathe The Fresh Air.

Somewhere Along The Line We Seem To Have Confused Comfort With Happiness.

We Have Killed Our Souls With Comfort Instead Of Seeking Fulfillment And Achievement.

Most Dreams Die A Slow Death. They're Conceived In A Moment Of Passion, With The Prospect Of Endless Possibility, But Often Languish And Are Not Pursued With The Same Heartfelt Intensity As When First Born. Slowly, Subtly, A Dream Becomes Elusive And Ephemeral. People Who've Lost Their Own Dreams Become Pessimists And Cynics. They Feel Like The Time And Devotion Spent On Chasing Their Dreams Were Wasted. The Emotional Scars Last Forever.

When I Ran Across America, For 75 Days I Ate 10,000 Calories A Day. I Still Lost About Five Pounds.

If You Keep Chasing Your Dreams, One Day You'll Catch Them.