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

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

Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.

Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.

Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

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

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.