It isn't that we think ourselves better than the other folk.

It is simply that we have realized pleasures greater than we could find in paved streets and under smoke-stained skies.

We know what it is to smell the salt wind, to hear it whistling in the cords and the sails of our boats, to feel the warmth of the sun, to listen to the song of the birds, to watch the colouring of God's land here.

I suppose we have the thing in our bloods; we can't leave it.

We hear the call of the other things sometimes, but as soon as we obey we are restless and unhappy.