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

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.

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.

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

We lived always in the stretch or sag of nerves, either on the crest or in the trough of waves of feeling.

Many things become clearer with the perspective of maturity gained.

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

Today many Caribbean workers can be found in the hospital, construction, service and hotel industries, but there is also a growing professional sector.

Public speaking is the art of diluting a two-minute idea with a two-hour vocabulary.

The gift of self cannot be given to us. It is an incomparable gift that has already been given. We have possessed it from the beginning.

Art in America has always been regarded as a luxury.

Random acts of kindness and the desire to do the best job possible lead to trust.

You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.