Those Who Deny The Existence Of The

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.

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

Man's Passion For Truth Is Such That He Will Welcome The Bitterest Of All Postulates So Long As It Strikes Him As True.

Pathmaker, There Is No Path; You Make The Path By Walking, By Walking You Make The Path

The Wind, One Brilliant Day, Called To My Soul With An Odor Of Jasmine. "in Return For The Odor Of My Jasmine, I'd Like All The Odor Of Your Roses." "i Have No Roses; All The Flowers In My Garden Are Dead." "well Then, I'll Take The Withered Petals And The Yellow Leaves And The Waters Of The Fountain." The Wind Left. And I Wept. And I Said To Myself: "what Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?