There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.

No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.

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.

And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

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.

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

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