I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

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.

I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.

Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

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

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