The way of the pioneer is always rough.
Never follow somebody else's path; it doesn't work the same way twice for anyone... the path follows you and rolls up behind you as you walk, forcing the next person to find their own way.
A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way.
If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the right way because I am staggering from side to side!
I am not afraid to be a pioneer. When a door is ajar, you need to open it fully. And once you are in that room, you need to see what other doors there might be and where they might lead.
The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.
I will lead my people by the hand along the road until their feet are sure and they know the way. Then they may choose for themselves and rule themselves. Then my work will be done.
Walking is easy ... but it requires faith to find the right path.
The Venturer is one who keeps his eye on the hedgerows and wayside groves and meadows while he travels the road to Fortune.
It's just like being a father; you got to show them love and you got to show them the path. I don't like this role-model stuff, though.
I am in the world feeling my way to light 'amid the encircling gloom.'
There's no map for you to follow and take your journey. You are Lewis and Clark. You are the mapmaker.
In a word I was a pioneer, and therefore had to blaze my own trail.
Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.
It's not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.
The footsteps of a pioneer become ultimately the highway of a nation.
The only way to know where you are is by where you have just been.
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps, down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision.
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
Searching and the route we take are more important than making a find.
All you have to do is know where you're going. The answers will come to you of their own accord.
I'm sort of like a rat in a maze - I'm moving forward, and any choice I make at the time seems like the only one I can make.
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
We were now arrived at the close of our solitary journeyings along the St. Joseph's trail.
As much as my parents were worried about me moving to London at 17, they could see that I was hungry to find my path. And it probably helped that they saw me succeeding at it, slowly but surely.
