There is no road, the road is made by walking.

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

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

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. . .

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

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

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