The Art of Michael Brugh

All life is a journey, not a home;

it is a road, not the country; and those transient enjoyments which you have in this life, lawful in their way,— those incidental and evanescent pleasures which you may sip,— are not home; they are little inns only upon the road-side of life, where you are refreshed for a moment, that you may take again the pilgrim-staff and journey on, seeking what is still before you—the rest that remaineth for the people of God.

-Anonymous, 1855