You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.

You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world

traveled around the world like a sheik.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

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;

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.