The Way I See It, There Is

One Must Never Look For Happiness: One Meets It By The Way.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

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

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.