Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.

My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.

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

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.

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

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. . .

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.