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.

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

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.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.

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