To the person who does not know where he wants to go there is no favorable wind.
If you have any notion of where you are going, you will never get anywhere.
I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.
And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?
If you don't know where you're going, it doesn't matter if your alarm doesn't go off in the morning.
Nature has unlimited time in which to travel along tortuous paths to an unknown destination. The mind of man is too feeble to discern whence or whither the path runs and has to be content if it can discern only portions of the track, however small.
You never know what events are going to transpire to get you home.
I know the hole he went in at, but I can't tell you what hole he will come out of.
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?
