And to walk through life in dreams out of love for the hand that guides us.

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.

In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.

There is no way; we make the road by walking it.

Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.

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

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.