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"For we cannot tarry here,We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!"
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"You will find the path of life when your inner compass is ready."
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"A ship on the port always waits for you to sail to the oceans!"
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"All aboard for one last trip."
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"There are many roads even though you have only one destination."
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"Travel is the treasure of time."
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"Water is the most perfect traveller because when it travels it becomes the path itself!"
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"What is life but God's daring invitation to a remarkable journey? And what is human nature but a staunchly inbred tendency toward self-preservation? And because of the rigidly paradoxical nature of these things, the road of life is seldom trod beyond a few scant steps."
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"You will never reach Mecca, I fear: for you are on the road to Turkestan."
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"As the day you get married is as important as the years of courtship, so the journey to success is as important as success itself."
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"Until you take your first step, you will not be able to open the door to begin the journey toward your ultimate goal."
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"Every moment of light and dark is a miracle."
Exploration
"The future is no more uncertain than the present."
Future
"Nothing endures but personal qualities."
Nothing
"I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best."
God
"O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself."
Love
"Produce great men, the rest follows."
Man
"And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero."
Man
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?"
Desire
"The beautiful uncut hair of graves."
Hair
"The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to your nevertheless,And filter and fibre your blood.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,Missing me one place, search another,I stop somewhere waiting for you."
Nature
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