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. . .

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.

The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.