Sam Walter Foss

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.

Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.

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 pursue to keep the path that others do.