Our journey on the road of life leads us to our lessons. In this, we find ourselves.

I made up my mind not to care so much about the destination, and simply enjoy the journey.

The journey of life is the joy of existence.

Life lessons are not journeys traveled in straight lines but are crossroads
formed years and miles apart.

There comes . . . a longing never to travel again except on foot.

Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.