I Remember Little Of The

The Wanderlust Has Got Me... By The Belly-aching Fire

Be Master Of Your Petty Annoyances And Conserve Your Energies For The Big, Worthwhile Things. It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out - It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.

Be Sure Your Wisest Words Are Those You Do Not Say.

Then You've A Hunch What The Music Meant . . . Hunger And Night And The Stars.

The Trails Of The World Be Countless, And Most Of The Trails Be Tried; You Tread On The Heels Of The Many, Till You Come Where The Ways Divide;and One Lies Safe In The Sunlight, And The Other Is Dreary And Wan,but You Look Aslant At The Lone Trail, And The Lone Trail Lures You On.