But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sake.

- Robert frost 

You walking, your footprints are 

the road, and nothing else

there is no road, walker,

you make the road by walking.

By walking you make the road,

and when you look backward,

you see the path that you

never will step on again.

Walker, there is no road,

only wind-trails in the sea

-antanio machado