Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.
He who limps is still walking.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
Walking isn't a lost art: one must, by some means, get to the garage.
Disposition to derision and insult is awakened by the softness to foppery, the swell of insolence, the liveliness of levity, or the solemnity of grandeur by the sprightly trip, the stately stalk, the formal strut, and the lofty mein by gestures intended to catch the eye, and by looks elaborately formed as evidences of importance.
I have two doctors, my left leg and my right.