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

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. . .

The unpublished manuscript is like an uncon-fessed sin that festers in the soul, corrupting and contaminating it.

Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.

XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

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

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