All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.
There is new life in the soil for every man. There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes.