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

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

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.

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.

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

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 that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.

Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.