When setting out upon your way to Ithaca, wish always that your course be long, full of adventure, full of lore.

Don't mourn your luck that's failing now, work gone wrong, your plans all proving deceptive - don't mourn them uselessly: as one long prepared, and full of cou…

Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires glowing openly in eyes that looked at you, trembling for …

You won't find a new country, won't find another shore. This city will always pursue you. You'll walk the same streets, grow old in the same neighbourhoods, tu…

When I was fifteen and had quit school forever, I went to work in a vineyard near Sanger with a number of Mexicans, one of whom was only a year or two older th…

No straight lines make up my life; And all my roads have bends; There's no clear-cut beginnings; And so far no dead-ends.

On an on we will hike, And I know we'll hike far and face up to our problems whatever they are. We'll get mixed up of course, as we already know. We'll get mix…