Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.

We can’t rely on others to get us to where we need to be.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get — -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep....

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

It can be too sad here. We so often lose our way.

My home drove me
into the wilderness.
Few look for me. Few hear me.

We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways.

We don't enjoy giving directions in New Hampshire-we tend to think if you don't know where you're going, you don't belong where you are.

There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.

In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost.

We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.