"I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude that the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?"
"In the degree that we remember and retell our stories and create new ones we become the authors, the authorities, of our own lives."
A journey of a thousand miles
Begin with such a single step;
My heart is but a traveler
That journeys for what it can keep.
To walk like pilgrims keeping faith
At all of promises' allure;
And all of these a wandering
Can turn the heart serene and pure.
Approaching close a Holy Shrine
Where everyone must take refuge;
A journey that we all partakes
Must end the way we makes of it.