“Now mind is clearas a cloudless sky.Time then to make ahome in wilderness.What have I done butwander with my eyesin the trees? So Iwill build: wife,family, and seekfor neighbors.Or Iperish of lonesomenessor want of food orlightning or the bear(must tame the hartand wear the bear).And maybe make an imageof my wandering, a littleimage—shrine by theroadside to signifyto traveler that I livehere in the wildernessawake and at home.”

“No, I do know that I was born To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:But I will bear these with that scorn As shall not need thy false relief.Nor for my peace will I go far, As wanderers do, that still do roam;But make my strengths, such as they are, Here in my bosom, and at home.”

“I'm happiest when most awayI can bear my soul from its home of clayOn a windy night when the moon is brightAnd the eye can wander through worlds of light—When I am not and none beside—Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky—But only spirit wandering wideThrough infinite immensity.”

“I was adopted into the Muchquauh, the Bear Clan, of the Muhheconneok people when I reached manhood. The grannies got so tired of my bein' forever at their fires eatin' their food that they decided to make me part of the family so they could quit treatin 'me like a guest and send me out to fish.”

“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home." I snapped the phone shut and placed it in her waiting hand. "I'm done.”

“What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.”