We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Kierkegaard
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,/ And sorry I could not travel both/ And be one traveler, long I stood/ And looked down one as far as I could/ To where it bent in the undergrowth;
And perhaps the better claim,/ Because it was grassy and wanted wear;/ Though as for that the passing there/ Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay/ In leaves no step had trodden black./ Oh, I kept the first for another day!/ Yet knowing how way leads on to way,/ I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh/ Somewhere ages and ages hence:/ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-/ I took the one less traveled by,/ And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost