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Menneske, der er ingen vej. Vejen bliver til, når du går.
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I am living at peace with men and at war with my innards.
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There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
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Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
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Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits.
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