I keep trying to explain to people that the archetype of intelligence is not Dustin Hoffman in 'The Rain Man;' it is a human being, period. It is squishy things that explode in a vacuum, leaving footprints on their moon.

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.

All along the untrodden paths of the future, I can see the footprints of an unseen hand.

Behind you there lays a long series of footprints. And does the nature, direction and depth of them inspire others to walk in them or run from them?

Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.

The Lord replied, "The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.

Not all ripples leave footprints in the sand.

There are powers far beyond us, plans far beyond what we could have ever thought of, visions far more vast than what we can ever see on our own with our own eyes, there are horizons long gone beyond our own horizons. This is courage- to throw away what is our own that is limited and to thrust ourselves into the hands of these higher powers- God and Destiny.To do this is to abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting to follow in the footprints of God and demi-Gods. The hardest part for man is the letting go. For some reason, he thinks himself big enough to know and to see what's good for him. But in the letting go........is found freedom. In the letting go........ is found the flight!

One thing: you have to walk, and create the way by your walking; you will not find a ready-made path. It is not so cheap, to reach to the ultimate realization of truth. You will have to create the path by walking yourself; the path is not ready-made, lying there and waiting for you. It is just like the sky: the birds fly, but they don't leave any footprints. You cannot follow them; there are no footprints left behind.

So much of religion is exegesis. I would rather follow in the footprints of Christ than all of the dogma.

Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.

Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.