Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk
Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .
Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.
And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.
No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.
My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.
Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.
Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.
I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always next to you and tends to be who you aren't.
It is good knowing that glasses are to drink from; the bad thing is not to know what thirst is for.
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
There is no way; we make the road by walking it.
There are a lot of doubts over the size and effect of new competitors in the cellular sector.
At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.
The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.
Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
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