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.

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

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.

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

All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand

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

All our efforts must tend towards light.