Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.)

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.