It Takes All The Time And All

For Me There Is Only The Traveling On Paths That Have Heart, On Any Path That May Have Heart, And The Only Worthwhile Challenge Is To Traverse Its Full Length--and There I Travel Looking, Looking Breathlessly.

Fright Never Injures Anyone. What Injures The Spirit Is Having Someone Always On Your Back, Beating You, Telling You What To Do And What Not To Do

A Warrior Chooses A Path With Heart, Any Path With Heart, And Follows It; And Then He Rejoices And Laughs. He Knows Because He Sees That His Life Will Be Over Altogether Too Soon. He Sees That Nothing Is More Important Than Anything Else.

A Warrior Is A Hunter. He Calculates Everything. That's Control. Once His Calculations Are Over, He Acts. He Lets Go. That's Abandon. A Warrior Is Not A Leaf At The Mercy Of The Wind. No One Can Push Him; No One Can Make Him Do Thingsagainst Himself Or Against His Better Judgment. A Warrior Is Tuned To Survive, And He Survives In The Best Of All Possible Fashions.

Fright Is Something One Can Never Get Over. When A Warrior Is Caught In Such A Tight Spot He Would Simply Turn His Back To The Ally Without Thinking Twice. A Warrior Cannot Indulge Thus He Cannot Die Of Fright. A Warrior Allows The Ally To Come Only When He Is Good And Ready. When He Is Strong Enough To Grapple With The Ally He Opens Up His Gap And Lurches Out, Grabs The Ally, Keeps Him Pinned Down And Maintains His Stare On Him For Exactly The Time He Has To, Then He Moves His Eyes Away And Releases The Ally And Lets Him Go. A Warrior, My Little Friend, Is The Master At All Times