These men who'll see this land from blessed to blight, Shouldn't learn, too late, they missed it on the way, Do not go gentle onto that good bike. No man, near death, should see with blinding sight That life has passed without passion while he lay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my brothers, there in your bike tights, Curse, bless, me now with granny gears, I pray. Do not go gentle onto that good bike. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.
The difference between loneliness and solitude is your perception of who you are alone with and who made the choice. As a consequence of their rupture from the natural world, most urban dwellers have a rapacious relationship with the countryside, with nature and with the world's resources - taking in nature's bounty and spewing out waste. Lives based on having are less free than lives based on either doing or on being. The world is a better place because it contains human beings who will give up ease and security in order to do what they themselves think worth doing. They do the useless, brave, noble, foolish and the very wisest things that are done by humans.