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

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

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. . .

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

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

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.

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.