Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.

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.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

You cannot get a new economy without a new society.

March Madnesss...the only place where you hear 'Kansas is advancing.'

I dropped out of high school. I really had no interest in doing any school work whatsoever.

Africa is to Europe as the picture is to Dorian Gray-a carrier onto whom the master unloads his physical & moral deformities

To be a person who sees a political ad on television and takes the statements in it as fact, how can you exist in this world? How is it you're not robbed daily by charlatans who knock at your door?

I'll buy a bottle for anyone who can tell me what makes a picture beautiful!

I'm not prepared to sacrifice my being engaged in the world for just any relationship.

Sometimes you need coffee, and sometimes you need a Bloody Mary.

Listen to the silence... it has much to say.