A man must find time for himself.
Time is what we spend our lives with.
If we are not careful we find others spending it for us. . . .
It is necessary now and then for a man
to go away by himself and experience loneliness;
to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself,
"Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?" . . .
If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time—
the stuff of life.
Redwood fronds on a stump along the Avenue of the Giants, California