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

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.

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

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

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

By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.