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
And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.