O LORD, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.
— In which direction are you heading, Mr Shelby?
— I am my own revolution.
All our winds and breezes are perfumed and for that reason we are glad to have them blow in our direction. The south breeze always has a violet odor; the north breeze has the fragrance of wild roses; the east breeze is perfumed with lilies-of-the-valley and the west wind with lilac blossoms. So we need no weathervane to tell us which way the wind is blowing.
Fight not so that both your own and others are afraid, but so that others become their own.
Philosophy — a route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.