XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

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

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

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.

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

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.