On a journey of a hundred miles, ninety is but half way.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
To finish the moment, to find the journey?s end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.
The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases.
The course of every intellectual, if he pursues his journey long and unflinchingly enough, ends in the obvious, from which the nonintellectuals have never stirred.
Peace is a journey of a thousand miles and it must be taken one step at a time.
Along the journey we commonly forget its goal. Almost every vocation is chosen and entered upon as a means to a purpose but is ultimately continued as a final purpose in itself. Forgetting our objectives is the most frequent stupidity in which we indulge ourselves.
Speed is good only when wisdom leads the way. The end of this journey, whether to the high horizons of hope or the depths of destruction, will be determined by the collective wisdom of the people who live on this shrinking planet.
Life, as the most ancient of all metaphors insists, is a journey; and the travel book, in its deceptive simulation of the journey?s fits and starts, rehearses life?s own fragmentation. More even than the novel, it embraces the contingency of things.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.
One approaches the journey?s end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, <br/>pray that the road is long,<br/><br/>full of adventure, full of knowledge.