I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .

There is no road, the road is made by walking.

Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always next to you and tends to be who you aren't.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.