Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless and don't be sorry

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

All that old road of the past unreeling dizzily as if the cup of life had been overturned and everything gone mad. My eyes ached in nightmare day (235).

Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air - air you can kiss - and palms.

I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.

...but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.

We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco.