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

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.

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

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

Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.

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