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Turn ‘em loose.... Wherever they go, they’ll be on my land. My land. We’re here and we’re gonna stay here. Gimme ten years and I’ll have that brand on the gates of the greatest ranch in Texas. The big house’ll be down by the river, the corrals and the barns behind it. It’ll be a good place to live in. Ten years and I’ll have the Red River “D” on more cattle than you’ve looked at anywhere. I’ll have that brand on enough beef to feed the whole country. Good beef for hungry people. Beef to make ‘em strong, to make ‘em grow. But it takes work, it takes sweat, and it takes time, lots of time. It takes years.
—Borden Chase [Frank Fowler] (1900–1971)

I know that men in exile feed on hopes.
—Aeschylus (525–456 B.C.)

I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature. The lighted shops of the Strand and Fleet Street, the innumerable trades, tradesmen, and customers, coaches, waggons, playhouses, all the bustle and wickedness round about Covent Garden, the very women of the town, the watchmen, drunken scenes, rattles,—life awake, if you awake, at all hours of the night, the impossibility of being dull in Fleet Street, the crowds, the very dirt and mud, the sun shining upon houses and pavements, the print shops, the old book stalls, parsons cheap’ning books, coffee houses, steam of soups from kitchens, pantomimes, London itself a pantomime and a masquerade,—all these things work themselves into my mind and feed me, without a power of satiating me. The wonder of these sights impells me into night-walks about her crowded streets, I often shed tears in the Strand from fullness of joy at so much life.
—Charles Lamb (1775–1834)