"All men dream; but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty
recesses of their minds
Awake to find that it was vanity;
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men.
That they may act their dreams with open
eyes to make it possible."
T.E. Lawrence (via theohpioneer)
No memory is ever alone; it’s at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own meanings. Louis L’Amour
This summer floated by like a dream. New connections, ideas, and dreams of the fall.
I haven’t a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices whatsoever.
Camping near a rainforest = setting up your tent to dry when you get home.
Evening walk at Lake Cushman and thinking of Emerson. “Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”