I Thought My Fire Was Out, And

Life Is The Path You Beat While You Walk It.

There Is No Road, The Road Is Made By Walking.

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. . .

Death Is Something We Shouldn't Fear Because, While We Are, Death Isn't, And When Death Is, We Aren't.

Only A Fool Thinks Price And Value Are The Same.