For men are prone to go it blind along the calf-paths of the mind To do what other men have done. They follow in the beaten track, and out and in, and forth and back, and still their devious course… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you?… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Seek not for fresher founts afar, Just drop your bucket where you are; And while the ship right onward leaps, Uplift it from the… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
“There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
