“You know,” said Arthur, “it’s at times like this, when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.” “Why, what did she tell you?” “I don’t know,…
one travels far
being kind, choose kind.
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
by moving from one place to another.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.