I am convinced that every man needs some such change as this, an opportunity to think things out, to get a new grip on life, and a new hold on God.

But not for me the Arctic ice cap or the desert! I choose the Friendly Road--and all the common people who travel in it or live along it--I choose even the busy city at the end of it.
I assure you, friend, that it is a wonderful thing for a man to cast himself freely for a time upon the world, not knowing where his next meal is coming from, nor where he is going to sleep for the night.

It is a surprising readjuster of values.

I paid my way, I think, throughout my pilgrimage; but I discovered that stamped metal is far from being the world's only true coin.

As a matter of fact, there are many things that men prize more highly--because they are rarer and more precious.
My friend, if you should chance yourself some day to follow the Friendly Road, you may catch a fleeting glimpse of a man in a rusty hat, carrying a gray bag, and sometimes humming a little song under his breath for the joy of being there.