Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

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.

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

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. . .

Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

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