I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived and loved and where all your yesterdays are buried deep-leave it any way except a slow way; leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
Authentication Score 3
Citation
Markham, Beryl. West with the Night. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1942, ch. 11.