Travelers, There Is No Path, Paths Are

No One Can Shed Light On Vices He Does Not Have Or Afflictions He Has Ever Experienced.

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.

The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little To The Sum Of One's Virtues.

The Great Philosophers Are Poets Who Believe In The Reality Of Their Poems.

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