The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

Avoid pulpits, platforms, stages and pedestals. Keep to the hard ground. It is the only way you can judge your approximate status as a man.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

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

By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path

My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.

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. . .