Life Is A Long Headache In A

Off Cape Horn There Are But Two Kinds Of Weather, Neither One Of Them A Pleasant Kind.

The Days That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

Heaven To Me's A Fair Blue Stretch Of Sky, Earth's Jest A Dusty Road.