There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.

Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find.

Instead of insight, maybe all a man gets is strength to wander for a while.

Beware thoughts that come in the night.

...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?

A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing.

The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one's self a fool.

I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.

Fate would never permit happiness to a man of such talent-a content poet is a mediocre one, a happy poet is insufferable.

The really essential factors of success in any undertaking are money and opportunity, and as a rule, the man who can make the first can make the second.

Leadership comes at a cost.It’s called servant leadership.

This is the Rock, sweetheart, ” the owner added. “There’s no tragedy you can’t profit from.

A smile doesn't always stand for a perfect life.

Thanks to the internet, you can provoke thoughts of those in mansions, from the uncomfortableness of your shack.

Speak to me of love said St Francis to the almond tree and the tree blossomed.

I promise to love you forever in this life and wherever we go in the afterlife, because I know I can't go on in any life unless you're in it too.

Photographers find themselves directly in competition with mass media's misrepresentations of women. So the photographic terrain is particularly contested from a political point of view.

It's the sheer joy of seeing things grow and helping them to grow, even harvesting the stuff that you've grown yourself, no matter how old you are.