adventure

A large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in everything.

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.

To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

Not all those who wander are lost.

Do not dare not to dare.

The only question in life is whether or not you are going to answer a hearty 'YES!' to your adventure.

I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously “present,” an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be. The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was.

Dreams nourish the soul just as food nourishes the body. The pleasure of the search and of adventure feed our dreams.

I’d been having dreams lately, drunken dreams with their peculiar lucidity in which the Experience Trail, the High Seas seemed to call louder and louder, more and more insistently with a voice that was at the same time music—a siren’s song that almost threatened me if I refused to obey its quixotic urgings …

Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.