Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

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

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

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.

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

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

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.