Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

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

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.

Wherever learning breeds specialists, the sum of human culture is enhanced thereby. That is the illusion and consolation of specialists.

I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.

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.