Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.)

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

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

There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.

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

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

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