Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

Beyond living and dreaming there is something more important: waking up.

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

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 that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.

At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.

All our efforts must tend towards light.