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.

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.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests

Oh, sweet! New man meat’s made it to town, y’all. Let’s gobble.

We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.

If people knew how much ill-feeling unselfishness occasions, it would not be so often recommended from the pulpit.

I never made any money from my music. I don't make that much; I make it flip-flopping between five and ten different disciplines.

the writer is initially set going by literature more than by life.

I believe that the physical is the geography of the being.

My experience in Gujarat shows that howsoever big a problem might be, it is not insurmountable if we have the will to act.

All that we don't know is astonishing. Even more astonishing is what passes for knowing.

All gaming, since it implies a desire to profit at the expense of another, involves a breach of the tenth commandment.