. . . You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.
Come, come, whoever you are. Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.