In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.

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

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

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.

Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown.