“There are two paths of which one may choose in the walk of life; one we are born with, and the one we consciously blaze. One is naturally true, while the other is a perceptive illusion. Choose wisely at each fork in the road.”

“Fate isn’t one straight road…there are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.”

“Walking stick in my right hand,Gazing silently at the land.Cedar strewn path in front of me lies,Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies.Light breezes blow my cape awry,As I walk along, I know not why!The path of life, so tried and true,Is sometimes bright and sometimes blue.Walking the path in this forest fair,Breathing deep, the fragrant air.Life's path shows us the way,Stay on it, do not sway.Unless, of course, in front of you lies,A fork in the path for you to try.A decision, now, for you to make,A fork to choose, a lot's at stake.You spy ahead as far as able,Down each of three forks on life's table,One of the forks seems to be broken.Decide against it, it may be a token,Of brighter times on the horizon of life.The other forks may hold more strife.No one knows the future ahead,We live our lives until we are dead.”

“We are not defined by the family into which we are born, but the one we choose and create. We are not born, we become.”

“There are two apples, one is green and the other is red. Which apple would the wise man choose? The answer is: I’ll take the one you didn’t choose. You see, you are the fool here, because I poisoned the first apple!”

“There are many paths to victory; choose the shortest one! There are many paths to defeat; choose the longest one!”