I Dreamt -- Marvellous Error! -- That

All Our Efforts Must Tend Towards Light.

Travelers, There Is No Path, Paths Are Made By Walking.

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I’m Not A Sad Man, And I Don’t Believe I Sadden Anyone Else. In Other Words, The Fact That I Don’t Put My Philosophy Into Practice Saves Me From Its Evil Spell, Or, Rather, My Faith In The Human Race Is Stronger Then My Intellectual Analysis Of It; There Lies The Fountain Of Youth In Which My Heart Is Continually Bathing.

What Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

Between Living And Dreaming There Is A Third Thing. Guess It.