How to get over the river was the bother. At last, after thinking a heap about it, I came to the conclusion that I always did: that the boldest plan is the best and safest.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Do not let arguments of expediency persuade you. That is the slow road to oblivion. That is the tortured path to undoing step by step, bit by bit, as the river creates a canyon, the way of life that we love.
The river is constantly turning and bending and you never know where it's going to go and where you'll wind up. Following the bend in the river and staying on your own path means that you are on the right track. Don't let anyone deter you from that.
After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.
I think we all share a view about wanting to make sure we have a healthy river and we're looking forward to the plan and in the lead-up to that we've agreed to speak again.
You can't be unhappy in the middle of a big, beautiful river.
I used to fish the Border rivers, but nowadays you have to queue up for a shot and I can't stand that.
Yet in all those cases I finally steeled myself to seize the opportunity, and find a way to muddle through and eventually conclude that I had, in fact, chosen the right path, as risky as it seemed at the time.
I just like to take it as it comes, go where the wind blows me. I'm not going to plan.
To connect with the great river we all need a path, but when you get down there there's only one river.
I've never been far from the river. I'm sort of like a Thames-nymph.
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