“There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still;So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.”
“I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.”
“Race, blood, lineage, and nationality don't matter; they're just the way that small minds keep score. All that matters about blood is that it's warm and that it beats through a loving heart.”
“You don't write poems sitting at a typewriter; you write them swimming or climbing a mountain or walking.”
“There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games.”
“When Danger Lurks and your heart is racing, don't be afraid be amazing”