We walk the paths we choose. Author: Barbara Wood Copy Quote More from Barbara Wood “The old dead coals fell to the wayside, warm ones sat glowing weakly on the edg…” “The poor prayed to become rich, and the rich prayed to become richer.” “When someone steals your goat, my son, it is roasted and eaten and you forget i…” “Do not fear for me, for I was born only once and i shall die only once.”