My ancestors wandered lost in the wilderness for forty years because even in biblical times men would not stop to ask directions.
Yes, I have doubted. I have wandered off the path, but I always return. It is intuitive, an intrinsic, built-in sense of direction. I seem always to find my way home.
My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.
My ancestors wandered lost in the wilderness for forty years because even in biblical times, men would not stop to ask for directions.
I didn't write. I just wandered about.
From 1958 to 1966, I was in exile. I just wandered around teaching, waiting for an offer from Harvard.
I have since wandered among men of many races and many religions.
