All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

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. . .

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

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.

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

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

Traveler, there is no path, the path must be forged as you walk.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

What the poet is searching for is not the fundamental I but the deep you.

Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.

Beauty is achieved through perfection of body and mind.

If someone is angry with you, it has a reason. To know just put yourself in the same condition and at the place of that one and talk the same arguments

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and pain, fame and disripute, these are just the worldly winds of existence.

Don't be so petty. Sometimes you have to do business with people you don't like. It doesn't mean you have to be like them or like them.

I am strongly convinced that not only too much consciousness but even any consciousness at all is a sickness.

In no country and under no circumstances is it possible to launch resistance unless the government approves of this.

Education and justice are democracy's only life insurance.

We keep waiting for the American people to wake up, and they keep hitting the snooze bar. But something, folks, someday, will wake them up. Of that I'm confident.

At the Royall Oake Taverne, I drank a sort of French wine called Ho Bryan, that hath a good and most particular taste that I never met with.

There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.