Traveler, There Is No Road;
You Make Your Own Path As You Walk.
As You Walk, You Make Your Own Road,
And When You Look Back
You See The Path You Will Never Travel Again.Antonio Machado
The Heart, Like The Grape, Is Prone To Delivering Its Harvest In The Same Moment That It Appears To Be Crushed.
Roger Housden
Yes, truth is a pathless land.
Yes indeed or the land less traveled.