Herman Melville said it well

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November on the ramp; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before pulling the lav dump lever, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from stomping all over sized carryons, and methodically knocking fueler's hats off- then, I account it high time to go non-reving a as soon as I can.

"It is not down on any map; true places never are.”
Herman Melville
&
a guy in a roadside diner outside of Sacramento who was telling stores about lost gold mines in California.