What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

Life is the path you beat while you walk it.

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.

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

The absence of vices adds so little to the sum of one's virtues.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

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